Welcome to the Thursday share shed of questions and confessions. The bit of the week where I'll

fling open the doors of sober awkward and let everything tumble out. If you've got a cringy moment

that still pops up uninvited at 3am. This is your chance to offload it.

Let's get it off your chest and stop these tumultuous tales lurking like the drunken ghosts

of your pissed up past. You can email your stories to vick at soberaawquad.com. Anonymous is

encouraged, oversharing is very welcome and judgment is most certainly banned.

So if you've ever worn a traffic cone on your head, had a weird one-night stand,

fallen asleep in a bush, puked in a bin, and yes, had the occasional running with the police,

or you just need to ask me a question about booze, then you're in the right place.

I believe nothing says growth like finally airing a bit of dirty laundry.

Let's evict those embarrassing memories once and for all.

Kettle on, share shed open, let's get a little bit awkward.

Thank you. let's get a little bit awkward. It's the time of the week where we enter the wonderful share shed of shame and humiliation.

I've had a bit of a rough week this week.

I had some fish tacos that I think were a bit off on Tuesday

and I haven't been quite the same since, which is not great. I feel very puky, but here I am

on a Sunday afternoon talking to you lot wherever you are. I think when it comes to silly stories

and embarrassing pass, most people get on with it, have an awkward moment in their private life,

they wake up and maybe cringe quietly, have a cup of tea and carry on their day. But I have

chosen a slightly different approach where I broadcast my poor life decisions to thousands of people

every Monday. Sorry, Mummy and Daddy. I don't really call them Mummy and Daddy. That would be

a bit weird at my age. Anyway, the funny thing is, the more I share the ups and downs, the more

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