Worst Hangovers Ever
Posted: Wed 25 Feb, 2009 10:14 pm
Apologies in advance if this is already covered in some other posting:
1. What was the worst hangover you ever had ?
2. All technical details welcome [ effect on sight, missus, work etc ].
Two come to mind:
Norway: Drinking something called Aquavit with the Noggies and following it with rum chasers [ 151 proof ]. Three days recovery.
Glasgow: Dark rum with Tennant's extra and Drambuie chasers. All night. Thirty minutes sleep. Packed containers had been left in drill hall overnight. Lads replaced all my rat packs and sleeping bag etc with bricks inside my bergan. They filled my water bottle with rum. I put the container on my shoulder and barely made it onto the plane. I nearly collapsed with the weight. Herc did a low level down to Otterburn. Not well. Did two passes over the DZ holding onto that thing. Legs were wobbling like jelly.
Once I'd serviced my chute and put on my webbing grabbed the water bottle and took a huge swig without stopping to smell the rum. Much hilarity ensued. Tab followed. Kept telling my mates "This bergan's killing me" . More mirth. That night could only think about getting into my maggot. Freezing cold in that way that only Otterburn can be. Couldn't face food. Pulled the bergan open for the first time . "What the !@#$% ?"
A voice from the dark shouted "Why don't you build a house ....?"
Barstewards.
Dave
1. What was the worst hangover you ever had ?
2. All technical details welcome [ effect on sight, missus, work etc ].
Two come to mind:
Norway: Drinking something called Aquavit with the Noggies and following it with rum chasers [ 151 proof ]. Three days recovery.
Glasgow: Dark rum with Tennant's extra and Drambuie chasers. All night. Thirty minutes sleep. Packed containers had been left in drill hall overnight. Lads replaced all my rat packs and sleeping bag etc with bricks inside my bergan. They filled my water bottle with rum. I put the container on my shoulder and barely made it onto the plane. I nearly collapsed with the weight. Herc did a low level down to Otterburn. Not well. Did two passes over the DZ holding onto that thing. Legs were wobbling like jelly.
Once I'd serviced my chute and put on my webbing grabbed the water bottle and took a huge swig without stopping to smell the rum. Much hilarity ensued. Tab followed. Kept telling my mates "This bergan's killing me" . More mirth. That night could only think about getting into my maggot. Freezing cold in that way that only Otterburn can be. Couldn't face food. Pulled the bergan open for the first time . "What the !@#$% ?"
A voice from the dark shouted "Why don't you build a house ....?"
Barstewards.
Dave