As some of you are aware, I am partial to recreational use of beer and wine. Often to excess.
I can happily quaff ludicrous quantities of ale, lager or wine, get deliciously squiffy, and wake up bright-eyed the next morning. I never get hangovers!
Woke up this morning and felt like the cat had pissed in my mouth and installed an industrial steam hammer just behind my temporal lobes.
Last night a neighbour and his brother & I shared a bottle of Absinthe. We finished it (apparently)
Not the pissy thujone-free stuff - we're still allowed the real "Fée Verte" here in UK.
I was up and about at 8am, but felt like death warmed up, but my neighbour hasn't left his room all day and his brother has spent most of the day on his knees in the bathroom speaking down the great white telephone.
Still, a good day of fresh air has sorted everything out, so I have an ice-cold Stella Artois keeping me company.
Cheers!