It's your own bloody fault
Sometimes, on occasion, it's not necessarily the advice of your elders or your peers that you fail to heed. It's amazing to think that despite nobody knowing you better than you know yourself, it can be absolutely impossible to listen to the voice screaming at you from within your own mind.

"Don't go around there tonight. You'll only end up regretting it!"

And so it was that after 3 days of merriment and copious amounts of booze imbibed that I sat and considered my Sunday evening options. The Grand Prix was finished, X Factor's as gash as it ever was and QOTW was turning over at such a slow rate that I feared it might've gone into reverse. What other options does a man have other than an early night?
Until you're faced with that familiar call? "Are you coming out for a pint?" Just a quiet end to the weekend. Something to help quicken the journey to the land of nod before another manic Monday.

Then before you know it, a cheeky pint to close out the weekend turns into five or six pints that would normally serve as a non-hangover inducing sup. At that point having already ignored my own advice to have a quiet night I decided that there's nothing quite like a whiskey night-cap to close out the frivolities. Fast forward half a bottle of whiskey later, a couple of the finest hippy ciggies and it's time to call a taxi home which arrives at the very reasonable hour of 4:15am. Home by half past and then two and a half hours kip before the spectre of work looms large and the snooze button becomes both your best friend and a mortal enemy.

I've just started to come to my senses now having been at work for over 5 hours already. The sum total of my efforts have been 1x Sausage&Hash Brown sarnie, 3x cup of tea, 1x unreasonably long trip to the traps for a wee snooze and 1x entry to B3ta so it at least sounds like I'm typing something that could pass as real work.

It's certainly not the first time that this has happened but as I've advised myself many a time before, it'll definitely be the last...honestly Guv, it will!

tl;dr man has hangover at work, visits B3ta instead of working...who'd have thought it?!
(Band of Rain, Mon 19 Nov 2012, 13:39, 3 replies)

I do this.
Not usually to your extent. But the 'a couple of pints to shift my hangover and help me sleep easier' on a Sunday resulting in accidentally pissed is all too familiar.

It's about the only good thing about having to park in the street here; it was getting tricky explaining why I was here but my car was not.
( Slippery Mick ‏, Mon 19 Nov 2012, 15:13, closed)

Ah yes, drinking on a school night.
Kind of hard not to do when your girlfriend works irregular shifts and has forgotten what the weekend is.
(The Luggage is haunted..., Mon 19 Nov 2012, 17:30, closed)

So, you successfully avoid drinking in the week then?

( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Mon 19 Nov 2012, 18:27, closed)