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I am in pain.
Mentally, emotionally, physically, spiritually and any other kind of 'ally' you can think of. It turns out that drinking your body weight in gluhwein will give you one hell of a rotten headache the next morning. In fact, I actually had a headache when I crawled into bed at about one o'clock this morning. Gluhwein is so potent that it actually gives you a hangover before you've even stopped being drunk. The hot, fruity swine.
The Manchester Christmas market is ace, as ever. However, I would not recommend Saturday afternoon as the best time to experience it. Because, by my reckoning, about 90% of the population of the ENTIRE WORLD was there. Trying to cross from the german sausage stall to the gluhwein stall was like playing Frogger: Christmas Market Extreme Edition (that joke is copyright me, 28th November 2009, ayethangyoo). I do not enjoy any place where people are touching me all the time. I'm British, we don't like to be touched. I think I was there for about two hours and during that time I swear I was violated inappropriately on at least 14 separate occasions.
Now I think I need to go back to bed and nurse my wine-ridden face.
