*This story was originally published on Medium. To read it there, head here* I don’t have a glowing history with alcohol but at the same time, it’s not a stand-out, rock-bottom type of history either. In fact, it’s pretty normal. I drank at parties in school and I drank my way through my degree. It was normal, everyone I knew was heavily inebriated at least several times a week at university. But while some of my friends could be singing 90s hits at 3am and still present a reasonably studious face at a 9am lecture – I would be hiding under the duvet, wishing I was someone…
Saturday morning. Or is it afternoon?