One new year's eve
As an 18-year old I had the good fortune to be able to "borrow" an empty house that had recently been vacated for sale in which to host a small new year's party. We stayed up all night, sitting on the floor, and got very drunk.

As my friends drifted away one by one in the cold, painful light of a new day and the beer started to wear off I started to feel horribly hungover, and very hungry. So, alone in the house I opened the fridge and found a lot of beer. I didn't want beer for breakfast but after a bit of rummaging I managed to find a pizza base and a can of barbecue baked beans.

I was feeling too wretched by this point to actually do anything with these ingredients, but I needed something to line my stomach, and fast. So I sat down on the kitchen floor, poured cold beans over the cold, uncooked pizza base and ate it with my fingers.

Not only was it revolting, but the revulsion was compounded by the fact I was already feeling terrible and the knowledge that beer had reduced me to the state of semi barbarism where I couldn't even heat the fucking beans or cook the dough. It was so wretchedly depressing that I remember it as being one of the lowest points of my entire life, albeit a thankfully brief one. And ever since I've always made sure there's something for breakfast in the fridge before I go out drinking.
(MattDP (Squiggle), Fri 27 May 2011, 10:42, 2 replies)

*bursts back in with all the mates carrying great food and more booze*
"HAPPY NEW Y....... DEAR GOD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??"
( Geoff the Clownfish You know Myra, some people might think you're cute, Fri 27 May 2011, 12:21, closed)

Cold baked beans?
Wonderful. My Mum used to put them on salads.
There isn't any meal in the world that couldn't be improved by the addition of baked beans.
( His Popiness the Hole Invaded Poland on, Mon 30 May 2011, 23:20, closed)