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In which the end of Dry January hits me hard, and I share details of hangovers I have known and loved; reminisce over the most middle class drinking session ever; discuss why Blue Curacao and Cointreau are Very Bad Things; demonstrate the world's worst seduction technique; share the drinking moment from my student days that I still feel deep-seated guilt over now; get absolutely livid with insomnia and the utterly ludicrous process of falling asleep; we find ourselves stuck in Lockdown Groundhog Day; and Beth makes banana bread. Badly.