WHO'S HEAD AM I WEARING?

Surely i should have worked it out by now that tipping an inordinate amount of alcohol down my throat over a very long night (i'm talking 8pm - 4.30am) is guaranteed to lead to pain and misery. Now the alcohol i refer to was of very good quality and from the finest Spanish purveyors of posh plonk so i like to think that i am at least carrying an up market hangover but a hangover it is nonetheless.
It is now noon, so a huge chunk of Sunday has vanished into the ether for me and my 3 fellow zombies who are walking around the apartment with leadened feet, squinting into their orange juice or just uttering the immortal words 'Oh God", "Why?" and "Never again!"
My brain feels like a large jelly being carried on a small plate by a baby taking it's first steps. Huddled inside there is a vague memory of the thronging saturday night streets of Nerja, as yet unsullied by the chavtastic tattooed invaders from 20 miles down the coast. Some rather good Kia Royal was being quaffed, as was some rather fine brandy as i recall and i also remember some very impressive Spanish dancing along the way. On our return, we sat on the balcony drinking very large Jamie's putting the world to rights and probably annoying the neighbours.
Yesterday i started the John Peel biog and was surprised to find that he was from a very middle class background, attending a boarding school which sounded very like the Ripping Yarns episode 'Tompinksons Schooldays' but had a rather disturbing background of sexual abuse. I think i'll make an omelette now then find a spot under a shady tree to continue reading.
Also yesterday i was emailed the final master of Zebulon which i listened to on someone's headphones. I gave Lewis the go ahead to send it off to make the promo copies which will go to press etc. there is a 2 week turn around for them.

OK i'm off to crack some eggs......quietly!
Adios
Hasta Luego