After a a bottle of wine, or a night on the town with the girls, I always make sure I have a litre bottle of coca cola on the bedside cabinet..whenever I wake up in the night, sweating with panic, as I realise, Yes, that REALLY was me dancing on the table showing my purple knickers to the world.. invariably regretting what I've said or done., and promising myself never, ever again will I allow myself to be the cabaret...
Next time , If you claim to be my friend, and I'm kaiboshed, someone please,clamp their hands over my gob, or hold me down, to spare me the unwanted, 'do you know what you did' stories the next day!!.........
I find I'm not too bad if I've re hydrated myself with all that sugary coke.....
When I do surface next morning, shamefaced, contrite, and swearing I'm on the wagon from now on in...I LOVE a good English fry up, and I swear to you, you will feel so much better if you can indulge in this lot....., Eggs, bacon, baked beans, tomatoes, sausage, mushrooms, hash browns and the compulsory fried bread, oh, and a very strong cup of tea...after that lot, and ten ton of make up smoothed on my dehydrated skin, I'm shakily ready to face the world again, and to tell everyone that loves to inform me of the previous nights misdemeanours, that they are SO lucky to know a local celeb like me ...JUST BE BRAZEN, AND HAVE FUN!!!!!