Morning.

If there's one thing worse than having a hangover, it's having a hangover without first having drunk alcohol. If I'm going to have to put up with pain like this anyway, I'd appreciate some sort of advance warning so that I could make it seem vaguely worthwhile by getting utterly trolleyed first. Tsk.

That being said, if you've got to cummute with a splitting headache, there are worse ways to do it than watching the mist rise off Belfast Lough in the sunshine. It's a beautiful day.

And Lucozade's helping.