Drinking with the demons on the riverbank

Good Thursday to you all. Strange how being faced with mortality sometimes makes you less scared, rather than more. Like yesterday, visiting a friend who is pretty ill, and you come home and all you want to do is get drunk and gorge on chocolate.

Which leads to the question of drink....again. My confession, and it is not new, is that I enjoy hangovers. I enjoy the languid otherworldliness that begins when the drinking starts, and doesn't end until the hangover wears off. I love the way that the cups of tea and coffee, the breakfast, the soak in the bath etc all make small steps back to full fitness. I love the way that the morning light seems a bit harsher, and how normality seems so funny.

Will you have one with me?

Andreas.