It's ok, we've all been there: drunk as hell from one too many tequilas with our heads in the toilet throwing up everything from the first glass of wine you had during the afternoon to the kebab you ate just moments before your stomach decided to eject everything inside it. But sometimes a man has better things to do than offer his jacket up as a makeshift bowl when you're in a taxi and announce that you're about be sick. Or carry you half way home because you're too drunk to walk. Or spend the next day listening to you whine on about how terrible you feel because of your hangover. Sometimes they like to be hungover and just deal with it, not you.
I love Stephen King and music festivals; I eat my toast upside down; I daydream about getting married probably a bit too much; and I wish every day for a pet sausage dog puppy (who never materialises – sob).
