Ummgh...
Very hungover, yes - not good. Hello to the attendees of last night's Gathering. Waves to Strax, Dan, Jen, and Dan's mate Adam, who probably isn't reading this.
Was I shrieking like a drunken cackling harpy last night? Because my throat was very sore this morning. What do they say about mixing your drinks - I must have been mixing mine like a mad scientist, presumably while laughing maniacally. I even think I drank some beer. Jesus. In fact, I fell asleep on the train on the way home and had to be prodded awake by a BR employee. Good thing the train stopped at Guildford, or else I would have been carried off to who knows where. Woke up in Oz, or Portsmouth, or something.
Kudos to Strax and the choice of steakhouse, though - that was fucking delicious scran. I thought that as I lay curled fetally on the bathroom floor last night. A damn fine rack of ribs coated in lip-smacking sauce.
