Yesterday was my birthday. I was cruelly stripped of my adolescent status as I joined the "26-40" age bracket. On Saturday night I saw the Plump DJs with Katherine and David. The set was average but the night was fun (as I had been missing my Kathy so) and full of alcohol. We shuffled off to bed around 5am. I awoke around 6.30am when my alarm went off. I felt dreadful. Abdominal cramps and strong waves of nausea. Oh no, I thought, for my birthday I've gotten a hangover. I'd always been told that those would come with age. I realise now that I was not hungover but that I was still drunk. Thank goodness. I am still young.