My name's Will and I'm a social alcoholic. It's been one month, three days and 20 hours since my last drink.
Senors and senoras, it give me muchos pleasure to announce that - against all odds - I have just returned from a stag weekend in Barcelona without drinking a drop of booze. Although, due to extended and close proximity to 14 serious caners, and Shub, I did breath in a lot of fumes.
Despite being stone cold sober throughout, I had a top weekend and was out until around 4am on both Friday and Saturday nights.
Consequently, I am totally shattered and unable to write my blog - or even my "blob", as one of my fellow stags (Phil) earnestly called it. This fatigue was compounded by easyJet's decision to cancel my flight back to Liverpool due to a few wisps of fog. They did offer me a seat on the Barcelona to Newcastle service, leaving Monday afternoon. Which was awfully sweet of the orange-clad money-grabbing mingebags, but I decided to pay through the nose for a KLM flight via Amsterdam, arriving in Manchester tonight.
Got loads to write about the weekend, but will do so tomorrow when the power of lucid(ish) thought returns.
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