Last week, I woke up after a work leaving party, with the reigning champion of no food bourbon and champagne hangovers. I tenderly crawled off to work, brain pounding, backs of the eyes screaming through my pre-flight checks: wallet, oyster card, money, phone, iPod... It was that moment that I was able to answer the question: 'what had I been up to on the way home the night before'?
I had been playing AC/DC at full volume.
Listening to: Afraid of Christmas 2007
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