Hungover Again

Would somebody tell those people upstairs to stop their banging?

The bastards are doing it deliberately.

They’ve been at it all morning.

It’s payback time for last night’s party.

It was bloody awesome, though.

But thank God it’s Sunday.

No work.

Luckily, I’m not a friggin priest.

If only that mob upstairs would stop their bloody banging, I could get some sleep.

I should go up and tell them.

I bet the bastard’s bigger than me.

Reckon I’ll soon need a trip to the bathroom.

There’s nothing left to bring up.

“Shut the fuck up, you bloody mob of wankers.”

That told them.

Thank God.

Wife’s brought me a bottle of water.

“Tell upstairs to stop their banging, love.”

“Please — I’m begging you.”

“What do you mean — there’s no upstairs — we’re in a house?”

Shit — the banging’s all in my head.

Friggin hangovers.

Bloody great party, though. 😜