If it's any consolation I had a horrid tooth abscess at New Year one year, and went to a party where there was more booze and recreational drugs flying about than a Happy Mondays' aftershow party.
I was on some very grown-up anti-biotics and stuff for said tooth, and thus couldn't take anything else.

It was bloody awful.

Mrs V did an E and spent the whole night and the journey back gurning away and chattering happily, while I sipped a bloody diet coke and tried my best not to completely ruin it for everyone.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 4 Nov 2013, 11:18, 1 reply)