To commemorate one week since my hangover from hell, here's an insight into my January 1st. Apparently there is such a thing as too many glitterbombs.
'One Minute Sculptures' by Erwin Wurm
Me about a drunk girl I met last night in the ladies' room:
After years of experience, I've fine tuned the ultimate hangover cure: a lucozade, plenty of H2O and a cheeky Chinese take away. The worst thing about no longer living in London is having to wait till 5pm for the takeaways to open.
What's your magic cure?