Ian Mckayyyyy

The random game involving punching your friend's clenched fist as hard as possible was invented at about 1am, shortly followed by many shots, and is definitely part of the reason I felt so incredibly hungover today. It was easily the worst I'd felt in years, and I didn't start to feel human until about 4pm. We somehow made it (well, we got the train) to Mum's and hibernated on her sofa watching films (with sick bucket poised next to me). I was asleep by 9.30pm. The detox starts here.