My worst hangover story as a single gal goes like this: I wake up in my childhood bed, flip over and lo and behold there is Mammy O'Keeffe sitting in an easy chair that belongs in the kitchen.
The kitchen is downstairs. We, and the chair, are upstairs. Scary biscuits.
So how did it happen? Basically I drank the bones of a bottle of spirits the night before. My one and only time to be that stupid resulted in the worst hangover I have ever experienced.
That was 15 years ago and these days I am much more sensible -- to the point where I have to polish my wine rack once a month as the bottles get so dusty.
Ultimately, the best advice is to not go OTT on the hooch. Plan B is to drink lots of water before, during and after and follow with lots of sleep. If all else fails then the supreme 'cure' is a Bloody Mary. But just the one mind you. Yes, the 'magic one'! > Dee O'Keeffe