That weekend was going so well until yesterday, hadn't had a drop to drink, got into the pub about 10 minutes before the game & was finished my first pint by kick off, not a good start. Ended up having another 5 or 6 & then got a carryout on my way home to keep myself topped up.
I feel like I've been twatted by Ivan Drago today, the big robot Tony Moanero one & I've still got the scars from my bender three weeks ago (see above), it's amazing how long these things take to clear up when you get a bit older.