I drank copious amounts of wine (and one large scotch) last night and ate a couple of jazzed up chip b*tties*.

This morning I awoke (with a nasty hangover) and ate the last quarter of aforementioned sangwidges before retiring to bed with some heavy-duty painkillers and a gallon of water.

I have now awoken (again) and find myself afflicted with the dreaded tummywobbles.

I'm all burpy and nauseous and can't know what to do.


*recipe provided later

I got really drunk last night too. I couldn't even keep water down this morning, so I lay in bed listening to episodes of Stop Messing About till 3pm.

Also I appear to have taken out an online subscription to the New Yorker.

It's good to see that the drunk version of me is getting more cultured

Have you checked your browser history?

All seems to be in order, luckily...

This morning a surprise parcel arrived from Illinois. It was a smart New Yorker tote bag, a free gift for subscribing.

It's nice that drunken online purchases can have wholesome consequences sometimes.

I've got stomach ache.

I knew that eating Scotch eggs, jam tarts and Clubs in one meal wasn't a good idea.

I too have it seems perhaps given myself a small case of the tummywobbles.

My tummy has had slight wobbles this morning.

It may be alc-eh-ol related.

Mine might've been something to do with wolfing down potentially on-the-turn curry leftovers.

I didn't feel like anything to eat till 1.30pm. I was up till 4am drinking vodka & tonics and ordering impractical clothing online.

It's a victory for common sense.

Everything's getting over-excited in my intestines.

I've been feeling poorly all day.