Old skool poll - what's your worst hangover story?

A lot of our analysts here have it some extent or another, even if they are not aware of it.

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Mrs. Pringle: “It’s midnight. You left the office at 6 o’clock. Where have you been Clive?”

Clive Pringle: “Uhh, the evening I’ve had. Honestly. I was driving home and I was just overcome with tiredness. And I saw this light up ahead, so I just stopped, you know, to rest my eyes. And there this woman who came out with a candle and she showed me into this courtyard where all these boys were dancing. It was an amazing place. There will mirrors on the ceiling and **** champagne on ice. Well, I said I’d stay for a drink, and the Captain brought me my wine. It was actually a bottle they’ve had since the late 60s. They offered me a room in fact. But I said, “No. I’ve got to get home”. And they said I could checkout whenever I liked, but I could never leave. Anyway, so I stayed for dinner in the master’s chambers. And we all had a stab at the meal with our steely knives. But we just couldnt kill the beast.”

Clive: “… and that, darling, is what really happened”

Mrs. Pringle: “That’s actually the plot of “Hotel California” by The Eagles. Where have you been Clive?”

Clive: “I’ve been spit roasting a hooker with your dad.”

told colleague ..then slowly but surely over weeks it got back to boss the truth..but as he was a gay bear he let me off and found the funny side...it was pretty de riguer in soho ad land to have at least one good story :-)

"I'll **** in your rockery."

breakfast he saw them hanging in the tree at about head level outside the dining room french doors :wave: she never invited him back

I couldn't meet the fellow's eye. :-(

but the diagnosis didn't exist back then.