The Morning After...

The hangover from hell landed around 7am the following morning... The words 'Free bar' sum up the punishment my liver took. As an antidote to this, a group of us headed off to Little Portland Street for a fry-up. This beast of a breakfast arrived on the table in front of me. Despite being excellent... I actually felt worse afterwards.

A fry-up is clearly not a hangover cure in some circles...