Today I’ve got another nasty hangover. The worst one in a while actually. I was at the Institute for Jim’s show and I ended up going to the party afterwards. My goodness, am I hungover.

I’ve noticed that I’ve got really bad at being sick recently. I puked last night and it took ages. I don’t mean that it took long to actually vomit, it’s just that there was a lot more waiting about than normal. Usually, I just roll up my sleeves, take a deep breath, and get it over and done with; then that’s it, I’m reset- free to pass out or carry on drinking. I’m not used to waiting around for waves of nausea to run their course. It’s boring. So in the end I put my finger down my throat and blaaaaaaaaaah blah blah, you get the picture… I puked what looked very much like the contents of a bag of red sea anemones.

And so today I am missing the annual scout fair thing. I should be down there buying cheap ZX Spectrums and hotdogs… but instead I am in bed feeling like I’ve just had electroconvulsive therapy.