Hangover, be gone.

The last hangover I had was on the 7th June. It was the most horrendous, painful, anxiety ridden hangover I had, had for a good five years or so. I blamed everything, and everyone but myself. I was emotional, helpless and utterly ashamed of the demonic soul I had turned into the night previous. Of…

The Great British Summer. Sober.

The great British Summer fills me with such happy, nostalgic memories. Memorable long afternoons, spent playing in the sand. Always, with a t-shirt on. My parents insisted I always wear a t-shirt in the summer, due to my extremely pale Irish skin tone. Believe me, I burn. I was so carefree, content and comfortable in…