I cant believe i still feel moderately rough. Im so fucking old.
Although i would like to patent a new hangover cure that worked a treat on Sunday morning.......its a bit of a monster so stay with me.
4am - Arrive home. Feel like shit and admire a man who can pour a vodka redbull after a 14 hour drinking session.
4.15 - Go to sleep with small bottle of water.
7am - Wake up (and according to Rouge say 'Oh sweet fucking Lord') clutching temples and blindly stagger upstairs to the bathroom (all the while cursing that your old man pissweak bladder couldnt have let you stay in bed a bit longer). NB-At this point feel very sick.
7.05am - Stagger back down stairs and mumble 'Tablets give us some tablets'
7.06am - Take two Paracetemol
7.07am - Lie down and listen to the football that Rouge has put on to drown out my YAK like snoring.
NB-KEEP SIPPING WATER THROUGH ALL THIS TIME AND BEYOND.
8.15am - Be woken up by an incredibly spritely Jon offering me Morphine or summat. Settle for a couple of Nurofen reds and a big fucking glass of Orange Lucozade. And admire as Jon says 'The missus has gone out to drop her sister somewhere, if we all sit here idle in our own misery, she'll make us some bacon butties when she comes back in'
9.30am (to be honest these times could be all over the shop) Have BEST bacon sandwich ever cooked to perfection on soft white with a nice spread of butter (fried too. none of this grilling pish) and a lovely coffee
10am - Splash cold water about my face and prepare for the day ahead. Stare in wonder at Jons chipped wii that has every game for every single console ever made in the world ever ever on it. Thank my luck stars that he didnt crack that out at 4am or i would still be playing Mario cart till this very moment.
11am - Set off to pick up filthy dan HO. Admire how posh and UN-scally Peters house is (its got a drive and everything). Be totally shocked when Petes mum DOESNT say 'sweet fucking christ more IRISH!!?'
11.10am Set off to Milton Keynes to drop off said filthy Ho. Read papers, chat, laugh, moan, chat about the game, the night, Peters posh house etc
12.00pm - Stop at services for KFC help myself to Zinger tower and a meal with a black coffee.
Feel great eating it, but BAD about 40 seconds after eating it. Dan doesnt look like he will make it.
12.10pm - Services toilet for a poo. It was textbook.
12.20pm - Back on the long haul to MK.
2.30pm - Arrive in MK and discover that one of my oldest friends in the worlds dentist is Dans Dad. It is a small world after all. Dan treats me and Ian to some coffee in starbucks and we have the obligitory filthy chat with Dan. I cant remember all of it, but there was blood and shit and Harry everywhere (verbally obv) Worry as i realise i am just as filthy as the filthy wrong un but he is more honest.
3.00pm - Say goodbye to Dan who is now one of my favourite real people in the world, and someone who i hope to see again soon (oh and that boy can dance something fierce)
4pm - Arrive home and say goodbye to my travelling companion and brother. Play with my daughter who i missed like crazy, while drinking loads of coffee.
6pm - Frau Oncy makes me a lush dinner of Spicy italian meatballs
7pm - Bed for Molly
7.15pm - Shower
9pm - Lost
10pm - Superbowl
4am - Bed.
It was a hell of a day, and one i will always have fond and very very vague memories of.
*Goes to lie down*