is there a cure?

I know how to party I learned it at an early age, not sure these days, however, I could do it for 11 days as Sunny posted about the Babylon folk.

I partied hard last night along with millions of other people around the world.
My usual morning after the night before cure is a cheeseburger, fries & strawberry milkshake from McDonalds. Alas today I couldn't get one as the boys in blue would have had a field day if they had asked me to blow their equipment this morning.
The bacon butty and copious amounts of Earl Grey just didn't hit the spot as a second option.

Not one for watching TV I suppose I miss out on a lot of advice (although I feel my life is calmer not knowing a lot of the rubbish that is churned out on a daily basis) but I was held captive with the TV earlier today and the advice the pundits were giving to shake off the hangover was to get some exercise. Exercise? I haven't started yogalates yet!

Being only a mile from the beach I figured that was the best way forward. Coat on, dog at the ready and off.

Not a sunny start up here to 2008 but not a cold one either, just a nothing grey old day.

It was fabulous. I found there is nothing better than the sea breeze to knock the alcohol vapours out of your system. Not a surfing beach unless you are of 'Borrower' size, but to anyone that knows this coast to see the tide being well, tidal is rare.

& to cap it all the joys of taking home a very happy, albeit sandy, damp and smelly pup.