One of the things that nobody ever mentions when you’re leaving one country for another is the huge cost. Not the cost of getting all your stuff transported from one side of the world to another, although that’s bad enough. No, I’m talking about the price that your liver has to pay as you see all your friends for farewell drinks…
Admittedly my stag do was a huge part of this, but over the last week or so, I’ve drunk the following:
- c25 gin and tonics
- 15 glasses of wine
- 8 bottles of beer
- 8 sambuca shots
- 4 shots of whiskey
- 1 midori and lemonade (it was green, it was my stag weekend, what can I say)
- 1 blue curacao and lemonade (see above)
- 2 pints of shandy
It’s not big and it’s not clever. And I’m sure all my friends will be glad to see the back of me after all the spurious excuses for nights out that I’ve come up with so far.
Shares in Solpadeine have rocketed over the last few days, I can tell you.