A posting on the unpleasant side of seven pints

Yesterday, completely unexpectedly, I got myself good and drunk.

It was an all-day affair, too - starting early in the afternoon with Pinot Grigio at a posh Yorkville trattoria and ending hours later with stolen slurry swigs of a friend's beer at the Spotted Dick (hee).

Appropriately, I now feel parched, headachy, tired, surly and remorseful.

I'm consoling myself by blubbering over Love Actually and baking.

Blarg.