Worst was probably at University
Each year the Maths Club held a winetasting, basically an excuse to drink wine and an excellent example of periodicity. One year lots of people would turn up for cheap booze and not much wine would be bought. The next year more wine would be bought based on the previous turnout, but fewer people would turn up based on it being shit last time - so everyone would get hammered. Repeat the cycle. My first and third years were "good" years; in the third year 40 bottles of wine were shared between just 13 attendees. At lunchtime, no less.

I vaguely remember getting back to my shared flat at around 3, then nothing until 11 when my flatmates broke into my room as they'd seen what I looked like when I got in and hadn't been able to get an answer from me for hours. Having established that I was still breathing and had briefly regained consciousness, they left me to sleep another 8 hours.

I have never felt worse than I did the next day. I crawled on my hands and knees to the kitchen, still fully dressed AND with a dressing gown over the top, spent half an hour making a cup of tea with trembling hands and an hour trying to drink it. finally I ate half a litre of expired vanilla icecream and weirdly that seemed to reduce the hangover down to merely epic proportions.

By the next day I was down to just a bit unwell. Ah, youth!
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 11:59, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

Ice cream: I can't think of anything so simultaneously ideal and regrettable as a hangover cure.

(TheColonel, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:02, Reply)

I went from "somebody bash my head in with a spade please" to "God I feel like shit"
ice cream saved my life.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:12, Reply)