Never ever again
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Everybody who has experienced the undesirable side to alcohol will have said those three words before. And the time before that. And the time before that again. It is like saying you'll never stay in bed till 4 pm or that you wont eat crisps (US, Aus: chips) without going to the gym afterwards: you hold it up for a week then you go and do it all again. If someone isn't selling alcohol under the trade name "Never Again Vodka" or "Never Again Irish Malt", etc, then get on the phone to your favourite venture capitalists now. It would be like "Death Cigarettes" - the in-your-face honesty would make them more desirable and you'd make a killing, if you'll pardon the phrase. Not me though; I've been saying those three little words over and over again for the past eighteen hours and I'm determined to make them last this time. I'll still drink, just not to excess. I firmly believe "live life die young" but that aside the immediate bad far outweighs the good after a certain point. I have no wish whatsoever to throw up for England again - I've been unable to hold down *any* food or drink for almost a day now. I'll leave out all the details; you'll thank me for that; but suffice to say Dave is not feeling too bright and youthful this afternoon after one too many Vodka 4's. And I'm very very hungry. I don't think I'm ill through quantity though, but rather quality - I have none of the usual side effects other than being sick. :~ There's another saying: "every cloud has a silver lining", and I really can't begin to explain how glad I am that I seem physically unable to feel a hangover. All my poor friends are lying on their couches with ice packs and cups of coffee, moaning in negative ecstasy. Ha. I don't get headaches, I don't get migraines, and I don't get hangovers. People would pay for those abilities. If it is genetic I could start my own sperm bank and make millions... My words of wisdom for today is simple: if you can't recall how many units you've consumed then it is time to dial for a taxi; if you can't see what you're drinking then it's time to dial for the paramedics and start considering one of the major religions. Oh yeah, when you do get home *always* sleep on your side, and preferably naked and in a shower cubicle to save time. Have a good holiday guys and girls, well what's left of it anyway, and a great new year. I'll be toasting you -- with water. I'm going to try and hold down some turkey soup in a few minutes to beat off this hunger bug, so bye bye. X|
A lot of us have gone through this stage, I presume. It's probably that, getting more experienced :) For me the difficulty was to find the correct limitation in my alcohol consumption. It needed several hangovers and several bad moments over a bucket. I discovered I was unable to support more alcohol once drunk, but I don't think it's universal. Anyway, I sympathize and wish you a fast recovery. Did you combine alcohol with something else ? It may greatly increase the effects
One small village of indomitable geeks still holds out against the invaders. And life is not easy for the managers legionaries who garrison the fortified camps of Microsoftum, Javum, Ceplumplum and Vebasum
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A lot of us have gone through this stage, I presume. It's probably that, getting more experienced :) For me the difficulty was to find the correct limitation in my alcohol consumption. It needed several hangovers and several bad moments over a bucket. I discovered I was unable to support more alcohol once drunk, but I don't think it's universal. Anyway, I sympathize and wish you a fast recovery. Did you combine alcohol with something else ? It may greatly increase the effects
One small village of indomitable geeks still holds out against the invaders. And life is not easy for the managers legionaries who garrison the fortified camps of Microsoftum, Javum, Ceplumplum and Vebasum
KaЯl wrote: Anyway, I sympathize and wish you a fast recovery. Thanks. I had two bowls of soup about twenty minutes ago and so far my stomach isn't making those "quick Dave run for the toilet" motions (like butterflies, kindof). KaЯl wrote: Did you combine alcohol with something else ? It may greatly increase the effects Well only a couple of lines of coke and a couple of joints... (joke) No, nothing.
David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk
Skippy, the rain won't come! [+]
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KaЯl wrote: Anyway, I sympathize and wish you a fast recovery. Thanks. I had two bowls of soup about twenty minutes ago and so far my stomach isn't making those "quick Dave run for the toilet" motions (like butterflies, kindof). KaЯl wrote: Did you combine alcohol with something else ? It may greatly increase the effects Well only a couple of lines of coke and a couple of joints... (joke) No, nothing.
David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk
Skippy, the rain won't come! [+]
Next time (yeah, it will be a next time :)), you could try this trick: before begining to drink, swallow the content of a spoon full of olive oil. Generally, it works :-D
One small village of indomitable geeks still holds out against the invaders. And life is not easy for the managers legionaries who garrison the fortified camps of Microsoftum, Javum, Ceplumplum and Vebasum
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Everybody who has experienced the undesirable side to alcohol will have said those three words before. And the time before that. And the time before that again. It is like saying you'll never stay in bed till 4 pm or that you wont eat crisps (US, Aus: chips) without going to the gym afterwards: you hold it up for a week then you go and do it all again. If someone isn't selling alcohol under the trade name "Never Again Vodka" or "Never Again Irish Malt", etc, then get on the phone to your favourite venture capitalists now. It would be like "Death Cigarettes" - the in-your-face honesty would make them more desirable and you'd make a killing, if you'll pardon the phrase. Not me though; I've been saying those three little words over and over again for the past eighteen hours and I'm determined to make them last this time. I'll still drink, just not to excess. I firmly believe "live life die young" but that aside the immediate bad far outweighs the good after a certain point. I have no wish whatsoever to throw up for England again - I've been unable to hold down *any* food or drink for almost a day now. I'll leave out all the details; you'll thank me for that; but suffice to say Dave is not feeling too bright and youthful this afternoon after one too many Vodka 4's. And I'm very very hungry. I don't think I'm ill through quantity though, but rather quality - I have none of the usual side effects other than being sick. :~ There's another saying: "every cloud has a silver lining", and I really can't begin to explain how glad I am that I seem physically unable to feel a hangover. All my poor friends are lying on their couches with ice packs and cups of coffee, moaning in negative ecstasy. Ha. I don't get headaches, I don't get migraines, and I don't get hangovers. People would pay for those abilities. If it is genetic I could start my own sperm bank and make millions... My words of wisdom for today is simple: if you can't recall how many units you've consumed then it is time to dial for a taxi; if you can't see what you're drinking then it's time to dial for the paramedics and start considering one of the major religions. Oh yeah, when you do get home *always* sleep on your side, and preferably naked and in a shower cubicle to save time. Have a good holiday guys and girls, well what's left of it anyway, and a great new year. I'll be toasting you -- with water. I'm going to try and hold down some turkey soup in a few minutes to beat off this hunger bug, so bye bye. X|
Been there, done that, stained the t-shirt. To your above words of wisdom, i'd like to add: when you've a bad cold and are dehydrated... and have been taking meds which dehydrate you even more... spending 7hrs in a pool hall with an ATM and a bartender who makes good bloody marys is most likely a bad idea. X| I'd suggest chicken or beef broth if you can get it - goes down easy and the grease from the meat will sooth your stomach.
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Shog9 The siren sings a lonely song - of all the wants and hungers The lust of love a brute desire - the ledge of life goes under
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KaЯl wrote: Anyway, I sympathize and wish you a fast recovery. Thanks. I had two bowls of soup about twenty minutes ago and so far my stomach isn't making those "quick Dave run for the toilet" motions (like butterflies, kindof). KaЯl wrote: Did you combine alcohol with something else ? It may greatly increase the effects Well only a couple of lines of coke and a couple of joints... (joke) No, nothing.
David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk
Skippy, the rain won't come! [+]
David Wulff wrote: motions (like butterflies, kindof). More akin to deranged squirrels waving bits of pink tissue whilst jumping up and down and sideways, all at once, in simulated excitement.:-D Trust me on this, David - in 10-15 years of steady drinking, the queasies will pass! "How many times do I have to flush before you go away?" - Megan Forbes, on Management (12/5/2002)
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David Wulff wrote: motions (like butterflies, kindof). More akin to deranged squirrels waving bits of pink tissue whilst jumping up and down and sideways, all at once, in simulated excitement.:-D Trust me on this, David - in 10-15 years of steady drinking, the queasies will pass! "How many times do I have to flush before you go away?" - Megan Forbes, on Management (12/5/2002)
Oh that's nice... only another 15 years of this to go. :eek: Roger Wright wrote: More akin to deranged squirrels waving bits of pink tissue whilst jumping up and down and sideways, all at once, in simulated excitement Wow - spot on.
David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk
Skippy, the rain won't come! [+]
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Everybody who has experienced the undesirable side to alcohol will have said those three words before. And the time before that. And the time before that again. It is like saying you'll never stay in bed till 4 pm or that you wont eat crisps (US, Aus: chips) without going to the gym afterwards: you hold it up for a week then you go and do it all again. If someone isn't selling alcohol under the trade name "Never Again Vodka" or "Never Again Irish Malt", etc, then get on the phone to your favourite venture capitalists now. It would be like "Death Cigarettes" - the in-your-face honesty would make them more desirable and you'd make a killing, if you'll pardon the phrase. Not me though; I've been saying those three little words over and over again for the past eighteen hours and I'm determined to make them last this time. I'll still drink, just not to excess. I firmly believe "live life die young" but that aside the immediate bad far outweighs the good after a certain point. I have no wish whatsoever to throw up for England again - I've been unable to hold down *any* food or drink for almost a day now. I'll leave out all the details; you'll thank me for that; but suffice to say Dave is not feeling too bright and youthful this afternoon after one too many Vodka 4's. And I'm very very hungry. I don't think I'm ill through quantity though, but rather quality - I have none of the usual side effects other than being sick. :~ There's another saying: "every cloud has a silver lining", and I really can't begin to explain how glad I am that I seem physically unable to feel a hangover. All my poor friends are lying on their couches with ice packs and cups of coffee, moaning in negative ecstasy. Ha. I don't get headaches, I don't get migraines, and I don't get hangovers. People would pay for those abilities. If it is genetic I could start my own sperm bank and make millions... My words of wisdom for today is simple: if you can't recall how many units you've consumed then it is time to dial for a taxi; if you can't see what you're drinking then it's time to dial for the paramedics and start considering one of the major religions. Oh yeah, when you do get home *always* sleep on your side, and preferably naked and in a shower cubicle to save time. Have a good holiday guys and girls, well what's left of it anyway, and a great new year. I'll be toasting you -- with water. I'm going to try and hold down some turkey soup in a few minutes to beat off this hunger bug, so bye bye. X|
I seem physically unable to feel a hangover. The first couple of times that I went out drinking, I was sick as a dog the next day, but ever since then I rarely get sick afterwards no matter how much I drink. I've never been sick enough to pray to the porcelin god. I've got three rules that I stick to that may have helped: (1)Beer before liquor, never been sicker, liquor before beer, you're in the clear, (2)Drink lots of water, and eat a lot about an hour before the fun starts, (3)Never hit on women when you are drunk. Of course everybody that really knows me knows that the real reason I don't get sick is because I'm a lightweight and can't get enough down before passing out to get sick (not that I drink enough to pass out...at least not very often:-D) Hope you feel better soon. Brad Jennings
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Everybody who has experienced the undesirable side to alcohol will have said those three words before. And the time before that. And the time before that again. It is like saying you'll never stay in bed till 4 pm or that you wont eat crisps (US, Aus: chips) without going to the gym afterwards: you hold it up for a week then you go and do it all again. If someone isn't selling alcohol under the trade name "Never Again Vodka" or "Never Again Irish Malt", etc, then get on the phone to your favourite venture capitalists now. It would be like "Death Cigarettes" - the in-your-face honesty would make them more desirable and you'd make a killing, if you'll pardon the phrase. Not me though; I've been saying those three little words over and over again for the past eighteen hours and I'm determined to make them last this time. I'll still drink, just not to excess. I firmly believe "live life die young" but that aside the immediate bad far outweighs the good after a certain point. I have no wish whatsoever to throw up for England again - I've been unable to hold down *any* food or drink for almost a day now. I'll leave out all the details; you'll thank me for that; but suffice to say Dave is not feeling too bright and youthful this afternoon after one too many Vodka 4's. And I'm very very hungry. I don't think I'm ill through quantity though, but rather quality - I have none of the usual side effects other than being sick. :~ There's another saying: "every cloud has a silver lining", and I really can't begin to explain how glad I am that I seem physically unable to feel a hangover. All my poor friends are lying on their couches with ice packs and cups of coffee, moaning in negative ecstasy. Ha. I don't get headaches, I don't get migraines, and I don't get hangovers. People would pay for those abilities. If it is genetic I could start my own sperm bank and make millions... My words of wisdom for today is simple: if you can't recall how many units you've consumed then it is time to dial for a taxi; if you can't see what you're drinking then it's time to dial for the paramedics and start considering one of the major religions. Oh yeah, when you do get home *always* sleep on your side, and preferably naked and in a shower cubicle to save time. Have a good holiday guys and girls, well what's left of it anyway, and a great new year. I'll be toasting you -- with water. I'm going to try and hold down some turkey soup in a few minutes to beat off this hunger bug, so bye bye. X|
I've been up watching TV since 5am with alcohol-induced nausea. I say "never ever again" to myself every time, but after a few days the idea of drinking seems attractive yet again.
Simon Walton
Sonork: 10024P
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I've been up watching TV since 5am with alcohol-induced nausea. I say "never ever again" to myself every time, but after a few days the idea of drinking seems attractive yet again.
Simon Walton
Sonork: 10024P
It's a friends 19th on January 2nd... I can't remember last years and I don't expect I will be remembering this one either. :rolleyes:
David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk
Skippy, the rain won't come! [+]
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I seem physically unable to feel a hangover. The first couple of times that I went out drinking, I was sick as a dog the next day, but ever since then I rarely get sick afterwards no matter how much I drink. I've never been sick enough to pray to the porcelin god. I've got three rules that I stick to that may have helped: (1)Beer before liquor, never been sicker, liquor before beer, you're in the clear, (2)Drink lots of water, and eat a lot about an hour before the fun starts, (3)Never hit on women when you are drunk. Of course everybody that really knows me knows that the real reason I don't get sick is because I'm a lightweight and can't get enough down before passing out to get sick (not that I drink enough to pass out...at least not very often:-D) Hope you feel better soon. Brad Jennings
Thanks for the three rules: (1) and (3) don't apply to me, and I try to follow (2) where practical anyway. I think part of the culprit yesterday was that I hadn't eaten got abour six hours prior to going out on Boxing Day, mixed with the fact other people kept buying me drinks to cheer me up (don't ask). T'was the first time I "prayed to the porcelin god" - every other time I found a convienient bush or drain cover... X|
David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk
Skippy, the rain won't come! [+]
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Everybody who has experienced the undesirable side to alcohol will have said those three words before. And the time before that. And the time before that again. It is like saying you'll never stay in bed till 4 pm or that you wont eat crisps (US, Aus: chips) without going to the gym afterwards: you hold it up for a week then you go and do it all again. If someone isn't selling alcohol under the trade name "Never Again Vodka" or "Never Again Irish Malt", etc, then get on the phone to your favourite venture capitalists now. It would be like "Death Cigarettes" - the in-your-face honesty would make them more desirable and you'd make a killing, if you'll pardon the phrase. Not me though; I've been saying those three little words over and over again for the past eighteen hours and I'm determined to make them last this time. I'll still drink, just not to excess. I firmly believe "live life die young" but that aside the immediate bad far outweighs the good after a certain point. I have no wish whatsoever to throw up for England again - I've been unable to hold down *any* food or drink for almost a day now. I'll leave out all the details; you'll thank me for that; but suffice to say Dave is not feeling too bright and youthful this afternoon after one too many Vodka 4's. And I'm very very hungry. I don't think I'm ill through quantity though, but rather quality - I have none of the usual side effects other than being sick. :~ There's another saying: "every cloud has a silver lining", and I really can't begin to explain how glad I am that I seem physically unable to feel a hangover. All my poor friends are lying on their couches with ice packs and cups of coffee, moaning in negative ecstasy. Ha. I don't get headaches, I don't get migraines, and I don't get hangovers. People would pay for those abilities. If it is genetic I could start my own sperm bank and make millions... My words of wisdom for today is simple: if you can't recall how many units you've consumed then it is time to dial for a taxi; if you can't see what you're drinking then it's time to dial for the paramedics and start considering one of the major religions. Oh yeah, when you do get home *always* sleep on your side, and preferably naked and in a shower cubicle to save time. Have a good holiday guys and girls, well what's left of it anyway, and a great new year. I'll be toasting you -- with water. I'm going to try and hold down some turkey soup in a few minutes to beat off this hunger bug, so bye bye. X|
David Wulff wrote: I firmly believe "live life die young" Isn't it "live fast, die young, leave a good-looking corpse" ? David Wulff wrote: Ha. I don't get headaches, I don't get migraines, and I don't get hangovers. People would pay for those abilities. I'll pay, how much? Actually, I can deal with puking, it's the headaches I can't take.
"If by 'rough it' you mean a room without a minibar and free hookers, then, uh, we have a problem." -Duckman
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David Wulff wrote: I firmly believe "live life die young" Isn't it "live fast, die young, leave a good-looking corpse" ? David Wulff wrote: Ha. I don't get headaches, I don't get migraines, and I don't get hangovers. People would pay for those abilities. I'll pay, how much? Actually, I can deal with puking, it's the headaches I can't take.
"If by 'rough it' you mean a room without a minibar and free hookers, then, uh, we have a problem." -Duckman
Daniel Ferguson wrote: Isn't it "live fast, die young, leave a good-looking corpse" ? It is, but I'm not able to fulfill the last part so I leave it out. ;P
David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk
Skippy, the rain won't come! [+]
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Everybody who has experienced the undesirable side to alcohol will have said those three words before. And the time before that. And the time before that again. It is like saying you'll never stay in bed till 4 pm or that you wont eat crisps (US, Aus: chips) without going to the gym afterwards: you hold it up for a week then you go and do it all again. If someone isn't selling alcohol under the trade name "Never Again Vodka" or "Never Again Irish Malt", etc, then get on the phone to your favourite venture capitalists now. It would be like "Death Cigarettes" - the in-your-face honesty would make them more desirable and you'd make a killing, if you'll pardon the phrase. Not me though; I've been saying those three little words over and over again for the past eighteen hours and I'm determined to make them last this time. I'll still drink, just not to excess. I firmly believe "live life die young" but that aside the immediate bad far outweighs the good after a certain point. I have no wish whatsoever to throw up for England again - I've been unable to hold down *any* food or drink for almost a day now. I'll leave out all the details; you'll thank me for that; but suffice to say Dave is not feeling too bright and youthful this afternoon after one too many Vodka 4's. And I'm very very hungry. I don't think I'm ill through quantity though, but rather quality - I have none of the usual side effects other than being sick. :~ There's another saying: "every cloud has a silver lining", and I really can't begin to explain how glad I am that I seem physically unable to feel a hangover. All my poor friends are lying on their couches with ice packs and cups of coffee, moaning in negative ecstasy. Ha. I don't get headaches, I don't get migraines, and I don't get hangovers. People would pay for those abilities. If it is genetic I could start my own sperm bank and make millions... My words of wisdom for today is simple: if you can't recall how many units you've consumed then it is time to dial for a taxi; if you can't see what you're drinking then it's time to dial for the paramedics and start considering one of the major religions. Oh yeah, when you do get home *always* sleep on your side, and preferably naked and in a shower cubicle to save time. Have a good holiday guys and girls, well what's left of it anyway, and a great new year. I'll be toasting you -- with water. I'm going to try and hold down some turkey soup in a few minutes to beat off this hunger bug, so bye bye. X|