Food Diary of a hormonal hungover Scot

OK we know excess of any sort is bad for you. In fact it leads to more excess as I know only too well. So after a wild night on Saturday I decided the only way to retribution and truth was to take photos of everything I scoffed during thefollowing  day  in the hope that if the hangover didn’t put me off the badness then the hideous calorific intake might.

Here is the evidence.

I started well with my snout in the fridge with the discovery of the wilting celery. Reputedly great for the liver I bought this a week ago in the hope I would feel like a vegetable. Well I do feel like a vegetable but I don’t feel like eating any – it would be nigh on cannibalism. But I dug out the phallic juicer for its annual juice making.