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Saturday I was on a Stag party, which turned into a pub crawl. I don't drink much anymore to the point I could almost say I don't drink since I can go months in between - unlike my youth.

Somehow the counter got forgotten, something which has not happened for a very very long time. Perhaps I got carried away or maybe the oldself put in an appearance with what I call a "burn out", when you drink until you revisit your stomach lining.

Needless to say I am still recovering from my excess on Saturday and it will probably be tomorrow before I have fully recovered.