I went on holiday for a week to the Shetland Islands, then stayed over at a friend's for a few days after. I bet you were all wondering why old Oddjob wasn't coming around no more.
Shetland was great, but I got sick, and as soon as I got in the house (back in England), I threw up violently. God knows why, but I was rolling in pain the night before, so I can see a relationship. I didn't have much to drink, either. Mopped it up, and survived with only a pounding headache to remind me of the experience (as well as the fact that my mouth still tastes quite acidic).
Fortunately, all other involved parties were understanding and did not incorrectly jump to the conclusion that I had been drinking. Thing is, I'm starting to think that I have been drinking - I keep pressing all of the wrong keys as I type this.
