Flaneur Not being covered in my own sick for one....
That aside, no difference at all. I never suffered from hangovers, so, physically I don’t feel much difference. Mentally? I no longer think about it every day. And I’m happier. Only now do I realise how fucking miserable I was - I mean, you’re not going to be happy when you’re stood outside Wetherspoons at 7am waiting for it to open, are you? Picking that first pint off the bar, taking it to your table and spilling half of it because your hands are shaking so much. Fuck that.
I don’t miss it. I’ve done my share - 30 years, and I remain quite proud of the fact that I was very good at it. So fuck it.
I also happened to give up smoking on the same day. But we’ll save that for another day......
