Curse you Ricky… looking better in my hat than I do.


This is the remnants of this year’s Halloween weekend, doing a whole variety of exotic shots at stupid o’clock. It may go some way to explaining why the weekend was such an existentially dislocating experience.

I’ve usually got a rule that avoids drinking alcohol in the last fifteen minutes to half hour before heading home on a night out. It helps avoid that horrible situation where you are in the house alone, head spinning, unable to get to sleep.

Clearly that went out the window here.

Let this be a lesson kids.

If you end up out till a ridiculous hour, leave the shot glasses in the cupboard.

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