Usually when I am hungover, there is no-one to blame but myself.

This time however, there is a very clear culprit, leaving me, as far as I am concerned, practically blameless in the whole sorry mess.

Anyway, I get confused by the odd things I crave when hungover. Just there now, I had a irresistibly strong urge to listen to Coldplay - an urge that quickly disappeared once I actually started listening to Coldplay.

Now I really want to eat something with lots of balsamic vinegar. A sandwich would be good - heavy doughy bread drizzled with balsamic vinegar, a couple of thick slices of cheddar and pepper.

I would also like biscuits. Chocolate chip, as crunchy as possible. I would be very upset if I had chocolate chip cookies that weren't crunchy.

But instead of all these things, I will sit in blog HQ for another hour, then go teach for three hours.

Curse your bad influence! ;)