14. Walkabout Snakebite Sundays
It's Sunday night and you're sat at home like a good person because you have work tomorrow. Or you're lucky and you just fancy staying in. A text on the phone. 'Fancy going Walkabout?' You agree and head there none the wiser. Then as you walk into the club and order, you remember the prices. £1.50 for a Strongbow? £2 for most other pints? £3 for a single and mixer? £1 a Jagerbomb? Nice! This seems like a good idea at the time, you can drink Strongbow for tonight right? The night continues and things escalate (the usual madness) and evetually you stumble out in the early hours of the morning. Several hours later, the struggle begins. Lifting your head off the pillow is a monumental effort where gravity is not your ally. The headache is splitting and the taste is revolting. Then you remember. Strongbow...Walkabout hangovers are special.