Oh man. You know when you are so hung-over your bones hurt? It fucking hurts to walk. Another 'lets just have one beer' escalations.... involving a variety of East End pubs, snorting coke in some blokes ber trendy Shoreditch converted whare house office and a very seedy strip club where I vaguely remember being rather lecherous and drunkenly slurring to a stripper 'darling I'm broke, but if I did have money, you'd be worth every penny'. And now I'm in no mood for going out tonight although I'd really like to meet other SG members at this birthday thing. I'll worry about that later. Coz right now, all I can think about is some form of sausage sandwhich. Mmmmm......