I (@BradBaloo) am hung over. Completely hung over. It's hard to write podcast blurbs when you're hung over. It has to be said that there is a certain amount of professional negligence that occurs under the guise of a 'hospitality rider', which is ostensibly your employer providing you with endless iced buckets of glorious boozy booze while you carry out your job. Oh black mother I suckle at your teat...
I like to do five things when I'm hung over, including the following:
1. Wrap myself in a superking size duvet & perfect my human burrito impression.
2. Declare my entire house a 'pants only party zone' - the only caveat to which is in desperate times this can become a 'full body grey cashmere track suit with a half pint of Hagen Daas as an extension of my own hand coupled with occasional stints of crouching in the corner weeping uncontrollably party zone'.
3. Listen to Radio 4 while obsessively perusing restaurant's/better human's food porn on Instagram (big up @djmofingaz, @sophindulgent & @movidamelbourne) for possible inclusions in my imaginary dream dinner that I will be sharing later with Tupac, Einstein & George Best.
4. Play non-stop XBox - which I tweet is me mastering Virtua Fighter 5/Sonic Generations listening to the Nas back catalogue but I'm really 3 Quest levels deep in Bejewelled 3 - damn you Butterflies! - with the original B3 soundtrack intact as intended.
5. See how much taurine the human body can ingest before bringing on the involuntary face twitches, hand crab rolls & non-stop one-way discussions about nazi alien 9/11 weather-related disaster conspiracies while watching a minimum of 4 hours of US government test footage of military robot dogs on YouTube (they can't be kicked over!).
I plan on doing all of the above today. Welcome to my pain cave, may I bludgeon you.