I have a bastard behind the eyes. I have the shakes. I am fucked. I have Panadol. I have Coffee and if I don't take them, I'm going to die.
It is of course, all my own fault, hangovers are rarely other people's fault, despite the twittering hashtags #blamewotsisname which people use nowadays and I find mildly annoying.
#blamemyself
In his book Man Walks Into a Pub, literary genius Pete Brown lists the different words for being pissed. Me in my less literary genius status am trying to think of various names for hangovers. Here are a few, if you have one you'd like to share, by all means do so.
'The gift that keeps on giving' - Neil Bowness
'The big wet dog' Boak and/or Bailey - WTF?
'DeadGhost' - Ghostie
'Hangin'
'Rough as nuts'
'a pig shat in my head'
'killed a few braincells last night'
'monged' - one of my staff that will remain nameless and no, I don't care what they do in their spare time ;)
'Cholera' - apparently this is what Graeme Coates calls his.
'Munted'
'Cunted'
'Beeriod' Thank you Nedley
'lotal trontal fobotamy' - Broadford Brewer - I can't even say that when I'm hangin'
'Like a cathedral' - One of Emmy's staff, lost in translation we think.
'Head like a bucket of wet sand' Raymond Chandler apparently via Boak and Bailey.
'Tom' because he causes so many of them - Chris Mair, which Tom?
'The Gremlin Boogie' PG Wodehouse via Boak and Bailey who seem to be getting well and truly into the spirit of this.
'The bad man' -Leigh
'Glynn' although Simon Johnson can't mean me, he added an extra N.
'Gazeboed' 'Cattled' 'it's Rabidbarflys fault' - Simon Bath thank you.
'we're fucked!' Chris 'Paladinofhelm Collins very good sir.
'Penmaenmwar' twitters CwrwLlyn
'La Quaglia' - Leo
What do you call yours?
14 comments:
It's your own fault for drinking craft beer.
It's my own fault for stopping drinking!
I'm still getting loads of use out of Melissa Cole's "bine flu".
I can't claim credit for cholera - though the phrase was coined in our family.
"How are you today?"
"I've got a touch of cholera this morning..."
Etc,etc.
there's also Wine Flu Paul.
Graeme - still quality.
From Lucky Jim by Kingsley Amis:
"Dixon was alive again. Consciousness was upon him before he could get out of the way; not for him the slow, gracious wandering from the halls of sleep, but a summary, forcible ejection. He lay sprawled, too wicked to move, spewed up like a broken spider-crab on the tarry shingle of the morning. The light did him harm, but not as much as looking at things did; he resolved, having done it once, never to move his eyeballs again. A dusty thudding in his head made the scene before him beat like a pulse. His mouth has been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum. During the night, too, he’d somehow been on a cross-country run and then been expertly beaten up by a secret police. He felt bad. "
My mate uses the phrase — the hand of fate has pumped me dry.
Mudgie that's describing me this morning. Gold, love it.
ATJ - Your mate wanks a lot then.
He is rather pallid come to think of it, but he swears it’s something to do with handpumps and the use of and the amount of
Oh, and we've got a mate who always says the morning after that he thinks he's picked up Legionnaire's Disease -- "something wrong with the air conditioning in that Rake Bar".
haha Bailey, I might be worried if we HAD air-con at The Rake!;)
If it's just a mild hangover rather than a nasty then I like to refer to it as "hop haze" - that state where your brain just won't function.
Good one Baron, had plenty of them in my lifetime!
I think it was Chris who mentioned it to me first but I'll have the credit for it anyway.
I very rarely get real hangovers these days but I have many 'hop haze' days ;)
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