Prrincess Pukeychick

Bleurgh.

It must have been a dodgy mushroom. Or dodgy coke that came with the JD. Actually I didn’t have a mushroom so it must have been the dodgy seabass (that’s another blog post in itself).

It can’t have been the copious amount of alcohol, paddling at 3 a.m., watching the sun rise and 3 hours sleep. Must have been the seabass.

I don’t get hangovers very often but when I do they are devastating.

Yesterday, even water made me throw up. Which meant I spent a very long, unpleasant and hot journey in Steve’s car shutting down all but the most vital functions in my body to prevent puking in Audrey (which I would never forgive myself for). I only managed to drink (and keep down) about two thirds of a pint of water all day yesterday – and certainly not any food.

Bleurgh. I never, ever want to have to puke inbetween two cars in a multi storey car park again. Or behind a bush in a leafy Brighton park.