Vodka, we need to talk..

Last night at about 8 o’clock, I was sat at the kitchen table in sweatpants doing some work with Stefka when two students from Glasgow Uni came around to persuade us that it was time for our first night out in Russia. After a very quick makeup session with a few of the other girls, we were on the vodka and ready to go. Vodka is, as you'd expect, incredibly cheap here. You can get a decent half-litre 40% bottle for around the £3-4 mark. I just need to remember that, despite how good value for money it is, I don't need seven million glasses of it.

The club was quite good. It looked crazy and derelict from the outside but we actually went into it through a fancy hotel entrance instead which made it all a bit nicer to look at.

The club, unsurprisingly named Zebra

They played a mix of Russian and English music which was interesting. Not my type of music, but not bad. (Just as I write this I have put my hungover lack of coordination to good use and I have managed to kick my cup of tea over. That’s one beloved PG Tip teabag that I won’t get back.)

Normally after a night out in Manchester, I meet up with my friends in a little bar called ‘Font’ for brunch and the standard post night out debrief. Sadly we’ve not located anywhere for our debriefs here. Instead the kitchen had to do. We recalled, slut dropping. That’s never a good thing to remember. Stefka told me that she’d stopped off at Chicken House on the way home to get food, at which I was outraged because I thought I’d missed out on some night out grub, but then upon opening my bag to get my camera out this morning, I realised that my handbag was actually full of cold chips. Now everything in my bag smells a bit like a chip. Something I could definitely do without today in my fragile state. Also bizarrely I had a ketchup in my bag, something that I’d tried and failed to get last time I was there (when I was sober!), so I have no idea how I managed to get it this time when drunk.

It probably goes without saying but I currently feel GRIM. So so so so so grim. This is actually the worst hangover I've ever had. Today is a day of toilet hugging and spending time debating whether food will make me feel better or worse. I'm strangely craving mashed potatoes so I might venture out for some when I'm feeling braver. Mashed potatoes could solve everything.

So, it was a good night, but this monster hangover that I'm having to deal with today is why Russia gets a point. Well done Russia, you have destroyed me already.

Current score: Russia 1 – Hannah 0