I don't know if you have ever got drunk on Tequila but the hangover is usually so bad that you feel queasy all the next day, just at the mention of any kind of alcohol.
After bingeing* on theatre for the last year and a half, I felt much the same way at any mention of ever going to see another show. But yesterday I woke up and thought about going to see Hard Hearted Hannah at the Lyric and realised that the prospect made me feel cheerful, rather than queasy. The Factory's Hamlet at the King's Head on Sunday? Why not? Oxford Street at Elephant & Castle Shopping Centre? You know what, I'm so excited about that one, I've just interrupted writing this to book myself a ticket. I've got one but hurry if you want to go, too - tickets are only £8 and they're selling fast.
It has taken me three months to metabolise** the effects of that excrutiatingly bad play I saw in February - whereas after too much Tequila I'm usually up on my feet and ready to go again by six o'clock the next evening. Never mind. I've got a taste for theatre again and I'm ready to start gulping it down. That's got to be a good thing, hasn't it? At the very least, it keeps me away from the Tequila slammers, which means I have a clear head for writing the next day.
* Originally I wrote 'binging' but apparently that's unsuitable in case people think it rhymes with ringing, see comments below
** I swear by Milk Thistle to help avoid hangovers. If only someone could invent a similar over-the-counter remedy to ward off the effects of going to see a bad play.