On the 3rd day after Christmas my belly said to me...

On the 28th of December, 2015, my girlfriend and I flew back to London after celebrating Christmas in Ireland. Arriving to an empty fridge we got some junk food at the local delicatessen (Chick Chicken). On the 28th December, 2015, my life changed. The friendly cartoon firemen of Gaviscon turned into diabolical fire-throwing creatures. Ranitidine glided down my oesophagus in a placebo dance. Fire. Water. Is that electricity?