Me and my parents at Salford Quays.
I woke up and I was hungover, not just hungover but completely sleep deprived. It was one of those nights that started, and didn't seem to end. Another bar, another drink, bleary eyes and stumbling out into the bright blinding morning sunshine.
I slept for most of the day, a comatose state of drunken revelry.
I stared at my phone, there were three missed calls, and messages from my parents. Ugh,...