Hearing the familiar pop of a bottle of fizz, someone gestures to your Champagne flute.
‘Top up?’ they ask.
‘Go on, just one more drink.’
It’s hard to say no – and the next thing you know, you’re five glasses down.
Before you know it, the recycling bin is full to the brim with empty bottles and your Apple Pay history shows a long list of pubs and bars, too.
Did I really drink that much? you think the very next morning.
Your pounding head, dry mouth and the urge to heave suggests that you did though.
And then that familiar feeling of ‘hangxiety’ hits.
What did I do?
I really hope I didn’t
