The only time I can truly remember really
going for it on St Patrick’s Day is when I was a student in Sheffield. We ended
up at a small pub just outside the centre of the city and as well as drinking a
ridiculous amount of alcohol, I also snorted a bucket load of snuff. Well, maybe not a bucket load but the next
morning, not only did I wake up with a colossal hangover, I also woke up with
the most ginormous black bogies imaginable, blocking my nose…
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