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50 Ways To Kill Your Liver

April 9th, 2013 by Raven Garcia

Easter bank holiday weekend was intense. That’s one word to describe it, anyway.

On the Thursday night I stayed in with a few beers. Yes, you read that right – I had a few drinks on a Thursday. I don’t consider it breaking my New Years’ resolution because it was bank holiday the next day, which to me is part of the weekend. Besides I felt I should reward myself for making it through a quarter of the year without touching a drop (during the week, anyway).

On Friday I went to get my hair cut during the daytime and in the evening went to the Mucky with Alison as we’d planned. Geoff had said he might stop by as well and when we got there he was there with his friend Simon. The four of us had a good laugh playing pool. Geoff had played his first ever DJ set there the week before which went down pretty well, I thought.

I had to be up earlyish on Saturday morning to get to Victoria Station in time to catch my train down to Chichester. I was staying with my Uncle at his new place, and that evening we were going to see the fantastic Mr. Paul Rodgers live in concert. Despite knowing that I had to be up no later than half 9, I stumbled home at 6AM. It was light outside as I walked home, which is the worst feeling in the world. Luckily I didn’t have far to go.

Somehow, I managed to sleep and get to my train on time, I even had enough time to grab some breakfast at the station. It was a nice feeling knowing that even though I’m getting older and the hangovers are getting longer, that when I need to be I am still hardcore.

I made it back to Paul’s place despite a disagreement with the seatbelt in the car. My cousin Simon was also down, with his other half Maria and their three daughters, so it was a full house! I popped across the road to the lovely Runcton Farm shop (one of the best shops in the world) and got myself a snack and an organic cherry cola which I’d never had before, and was awesome. Then I came back and sat in the conservatory and listened to Arsenal beating Reading 4-1. Speaking of teams losing at football, George was kind enough to thrash me a few times at FIFA before I jumped in the shower and got ready to go and see Mr. Rodgers.

The gig was incredible. I will be doing a full write-up very soon, but I’ll just say that the highlights were some super-strong cider, maybe a little too strong for someone!! Unfortunately I didn’t have my camera with me but George took a few photos on his (of the gig I mean), so I will nab those as soon as he sends them across to me.

The next morning, we drove to the seaside town of Pagham. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d seen the sea. It is a quaint little place with a couple of small shops, a chippy and an old school amusement arcade – one of the only places where you can still gamble with 2p’s!! The town has kind of an odd layout for a coastal town – instead of having all it’s attractions along the front, they have them along a road which runs up to the beach rather than along it. It was interesting, to say the least. And I got a chance to play the original version of House Of The Dead again, which was a nostalgic moment!!

Back at my Uncle’s place, there was just enough time for a few more games of FIFA with George before I had to leave to get my train. It had been a nice weekend so far, and I decided I wasn’t ready for it to end just yet. So I called up Dean and we went down the Mucky that night. I can’t remember much of it but it must have been good because apparently by closing time I was so drunk I accidentally poured cider into Angus’ whiskey thinking it was an empty glass.

The next day I wasn’t feeling too good. By that evening I had come down with a nasty case of food poisoning, which is saying something for me because my stomach is made of iron. Still, it’s one way to round off a good weekend I suppose. It had been the first time in ages that I’d had a drink for four nights straight, and by the end of it my liver was feeling it. That thing must really resent me by now judging from the many ways I devise to torture it each weekend.


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