We always love overhearing stuff, especially in a city like Liverpool where people are unflinchingly honest. About everything. So we were pleased to overhear this post-night-out conversation on the commuter morning dredge through Moorfields station:

Hungover man: “I was so drunk last night that I got a massive greasy pizza on the way home”
Woman colleague: “Did you enjoy it?”
Man: “Not particularly. When I got it home I couldn’t remember if I’d thrown up on it or if that was what it looked like when I bought it”
Woman: (shocked silence)