Clattered

Sorry about the lack of postings this week, I was ambushed by Saint Patrick's day. An early start in Harden with Helmet and Dangerous, via the Mercenary in Wilsden and the Boy Dazzler in Bradford, meant I was more than just a bit merry. This, in turn led to one of the worst hangovers I have suffered in recent memory. It was a shocker, and I didn't surface till after 6 p.m. It was that bad. I some how, miraculously even, managed to play football, but am now sat at home, aching and dreading having to go to work in the morning. The sofa beckons. I will get up to date tomorrow, and over the weekend, as I am now to skint to go out. Why are Guinness hangovers so bad?