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So come on then, worst hangover stories... I reckon we've got a few good ones between us.
I think the worst for me recently was my birthday this year, where it involved one hell of a lot of being ill (nearly in TCs car) some more drinking after already being sick and then throwing up the following morning then again at work as soon as I had some water to drink!
Missed the training I was meant to be delivering at work and got told I looked ill and should go home by my boss (however they also wanted me to get my work done).
I reckon Neil will have a few good ones, maybe even today when he can manage to get home / work a computer!
I think the worst for me recently was my birthday this year, where it involved one hell of a lot of being ill (nearly in TCs car) some more drinking after already being sick and then throwing up the following morning then again at work as soon as I had some water to drink!
Missed the training I was meant to be delivering at work and got told I looked ill and should go home by my boss (however they also wanted me to get my work done).
I reckon Neil will have a few good ones, maybe even today when he can manage to get home / work a computer!
Ha yes the old office parties and the rugby tours.
Better to be told off by the boss than fined by Judge & Jury while on tour
which normally required you to drink some Judges Juice followed by some other forfeit, like raw fish or dog food, picked eggs or some other vile mixture....
Spent my Stag Night curled up at 4am on a door mat outside my mates flat in Guildford, only to wake up and find out I had been banging on the wrong door.
The woman was not amused to find some pissed and well bladdered body next to her empty milk bottle - still at least her door mat was nice and dry
Better to be told off by the boss than fined by Judge & Jury while on tour
which normally required you to drink some Judges Juice followed by some other forfeit, like raw fish or dog food, picked eggs or some other vile mixture....
Spent my Stag Night curled up at 4am on a door mat outside my mates flat in Guildford, only to wake up and find out I had been banging on the wrong door.
The woman was not amused to find some pissed and well bladdered body next to her empty milk bottle - still at least her door mat was nice and dry
I don't really do being sick when drinking/hungover.
Walking on to (or rather into!) a freshly poured slab of concrete the morning after was a good one. It took two whole steps for me to realise that the first was not a small hole that I could leap out of
Fortunately no one witnessed this but I had to fess up as I'd left tracks 
Walking on to (or rather into!) a freshly poured slab of concrete the morning after was a good one. It took two whole steps for me to realise that the first was not a small hole that I could leap out of
Fortunately no one witnessed this but I had to fess up as I'd left tracks Gassing Station | Thames Valley & Surrey | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff