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It's a hangover after a MASSIVE binge, the comedown after an entire weekend raving, getting back home after a weekend in an incredible city in the sun, that you spent stuffing yourself and madly shagging the woman you love, to find the fridge is empty and the cat killed a mouse. The highs of...

Zero-ish. My liver is dreading Newcastle away. Doing that day sober doesn't bear thinking about.