I awoke this morning in fear of the hangover that was surely due, for last night I was proper upon

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

it. With joy unconfined I immediately noted the lack of the pounding headache, the absence of the nausea and the tranquillity within the guts. All was well. I had, by God's grace, avoided the appalling physical effects of a night on the sauce.

Then it kicked in about 10 minutes ago :-(

What rotten luck.

[Steve Williams - gay for Mark Knopfler]

And now I expect my advice to get back on it won't help either.

[Luis Anaconda]

I even slept through my alarm that could wake the dead. I might go the pub now

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

More juice isn't going to help on this occasion.

[Luis Anaconda]

[Jake]

Repeat cold shower until the sweats simply refuse to sweat.

Then have a g&t.

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

[Ashberto]

[Snin]

[R.C. Celebrating the return of Trophies]

now, stop being a pussy and open the bubbles

[Berni]

ten. Opened another one and...you know the drill. :-(

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

Then it all went wrong.