24 hour hangover

had one of my famous 24 hour hangovers yesterday. Thanks to a long drinking session with my old uni mate James Royle. We managed to visit of few of my locals, something that I haven’t been able to do thus far. It’s reasonable to say that they don’t have the allure of my local in London which was a top pub. My Reading local is one of those old men’s boozers where the carpet has patterned flowers and hasn’t been changed for 40 years. It was a good night though especially finding a bit of drum and bass in the Fez Club to dance to…