Hangover Cures?

So what's the best cure for that Boxing Day morning hangover? Fucked if I know,  apart from my usual tactic of holding out until lunchtime when 'hair of the dog' seems to do the trick. Subrosa has done a bit of research on the subject and I know which idea I'd prefer to go with this morning, and it's not the fucking wallet draining, crush injury inducing ritual know as the Boxing Day twatting sales.

OR . . .  if you're looking for something a little out of the ordinary, how about this instructional video for an instant cure?

If you're actually brave enough to carry this one out, I guarantee that your mind will be so focussed on the matter in hand (ahem!), that all thoughts of the hangover will completely disappear. As for me? Just the very idea of it was enough to clear my head but I'm still off to have a late morning 'full english'. . . .  just to make sure, you understand ;-)

The Spirit of Grumpy Old Twatmas

Just about recovered from yesterday's annual man pilgrimage to the High Street, despite the best efforts of the Society of Twatish Drivers, and the big day is finally here. In fact I feel almost cheery as I sit here awaiting a hearty meal and the impending arrival of my very good friends 'Chablis', 'St.Emilion' and 'Islay'. My other good friend, 'Moet', arrived much earlier today but has already departed following a rather excellent Christmas morning bucks fizz fest!

A Grumpy Old Twat Mas to one and all, have a great day, eat drink and be merry but please spare a thought for the less fortunate.

Cheers!!