You know you’re getting older when…
July 14, 2009
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…your hangovers are no longer proportionate to how hammered you were the night before. On the basis of what's happening to my body right now, I should have been virtually unconscious last night instead of throwing 'interesting' shapes on the dancefloor of a medieval barn in Dorset. You know, upright and with use of legs and most of co-ordination. Yet I had to tuck myself into a tearoom in Sherborne that smelled of fried eggs and dishwater this morning and whimper over a can of Coke to bring the sugar up, and my head is still pounding. It's 8pm. I may never be healthy again. I may actually be dying. Damn you Riesling!