Hungover And In A Hurry

What a total prick. Somehow managed to spend almost all of my dole money last night while visiting the Worthing beer festival and then carrying on into the early hours. Following this I have managed to waste a beautiful day in the clutches of one of the worst hangovers I have ever had. Oh well, I suppose at least I now can't afford to do it again for a couple of weeks.

Topping this, and still feeling awful, I have now got to go out and 'entertain' people. My band has a gig tonight and to say I don't feel up to it would be an understatement. 

The most notable memories of last night were the fact that nearly everyone at the real ale festival looked alarmingly like Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall, and my friend winning a collection of pint glasses on the tombola, which we then had to carry around for the rest of the night. 

And now..........it's showtime! Great.