What! No Hangover on a Friday

This will be my 4th consecutive week that I haven't gone to the pub on a Thursday night and I have missed it.

Although I haven't miss that feeling of waking up on a Friday morning with the shock horror of where am I? is it Friday? is it still before noon? will I make it to work? why is there a half eaten sausage roll at the end of the bed neatly positioned beside the mangled mess of clothes? am I still drunk? of course you are, you think you got in at 1.30ish but turns out it was 3.30.

I say this cause I feel sorry for Joe who took himself on a magical mystery tour of public establishments last night and seems to be a bit the worse for ware after it, mind you I think he is holding up well.

I feel the need to give myself a pat on the back and will duly reward myself this evening with 15 million pints of the finest Heineken and think no more of it.

Well done you Daisy, someone buy that girl a drink..