Orange Liquid

The wife and I went to Brum this weekend to celebrate the forthcoming doctorate of a friend from university. That is eight years from the moment that he started at university with us to finally being forced to look for paid employment.

So celebrating we a went into Brum and to the pub which specialises in cider and real ale. And so started the night of the orange pint. It felt fine to start with, but

Mistake number one - when asking for a half and being refuse, on account of being a girl, accept this rejection rather than stating "OK make it a pint then!"

Mistake number two - staying at the pub in a lock in until 2pm, having been drinking since lunch time.

Now I'm in the lucky minority who don't usually get hangovers and as such can't really deal with them on the minimal number of occasions with which they occur.

As such I spent Sunday in bed asleep and throwing up on trains and hoping the world would just f@*k off and let me die.

And that brings me onto the other issue - why are there always delays on the train lines when you want to be home yesterday?