Cider? 'No thanks'

A friend said to me last night 'Now you won't be able to sleep tonight' How wrong he was.

Friday night I was at the pub as usual. I was quite happy drinking vodka and coke when a bloke came and sat next to me. He started to speak with my friend and I just joined in with the conversation. He had his 12 year old son, Nathan, with him who was very chatty too. The man, I think he's called Dave, went up to the bar to get another drink and came back with two pints of Cider. He explained that he was given a pint by two different barmaids but was only charged for one and because he was only going to have one more before going home, I found myself with a pint in front of me. I know I should have said 'No thanks' but instead I said 'Thanks'

And that's where my problem began.

I stayed at the pub until closing time, having another few vodka's before walking home. When I woke up Saturday morning it was like someone was banging my head against a brick wall. Every time I moved my head felt like it was going to explode. I made myself a strong coffee in the hope that it would make me feel better, it didn't.

I've heard that a fry up after a heavy night of drinking goes a long way to clearing the head although I've never tried it before. This morning I was going to try anything. I walked over to the local shop and came away with a fresh loaf of bread, bacon and half a dozen eggs.

10 minutes later I was sat eating an egg and bacon sandwich, which I had covered in brown sauce. It didn't make me feel any better at all, in fact I now felt sick too. I signed into messenger and spoke with my friend for about 3 minutes before telling him I had to go and lay down.

He texted me later that evening asking if I was feeling better and I texted back, 'Still on the sofa. Sleeping lots'

All afternoon I had been drifting in and out of sleep, trying to stay awake so I could follow the footy on Sky Sports but not making a very good job of it. I was awake to see Southampton go 1-0 down in the first 3 minutes but then sleep over took me again.

I was awake for the final score and was pleased to see that Plymouth had beat Crystal Palace 1-0.

For the first Saturday in ages I didn't go to the pub and was in to see the crap they put on TV on Saturday nights.

I think it was about 12.30ish that my friend texted to ask if I was awake and that is where his comment 'Now you won't be able to sleep tonight' comes in.

I had slept most of the day only remembering when I was on my way up the stairs that I had an extra hour in bed. I took about 5 minutes to drift off to sleep and didn't wake up until 8.45, when I could hear my daughter getting ready for work.

Now I've had 2 cups of coffee, I feel wide awake and I'm looking forward to seeing my brother, who is flying up from Plymouth this afternoon.

No more Cider for me, well not until the next time.