To those of you under 30 I have some bad news to impart. The day after your 30th birthday you will wake up with the worst hangover of your life. You think it's merely an aberration, for obvious reasons. But it isn't. You have lost the ability to drink and wake up fresh and rosy the next morning.
You have also lost the ability, but not the desire, to go out and have fun on a Friday night. It will take you at least three years before this fact finally permeates your thick skull.
There are exceptions of course. The inimitable Eurotrash springs to mind.
I'm not one of them and will be very unhappy tomorrow morning.
Must find neurofen before going to bed.
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