Sunday, 5 November 1995 12:58PM S, Yesterday was torture. Sooo hungover, I was ill all day. I didn’t get enough sleep, and my stomach just never recovered from all the poison it had to contain on Friday night. I’d had such a crap week, it was either go straight home or go on a bender. I went to “Klicks” with the pious intention of walking … Continue reading I’m like some over-cashed magpie looking to add another glossy treasure to my nest when I get in a shop.