This is the question I asked myself several times yesterday as wave after wave of self inflicted misery rained down upon me.
Even my little arsenal of hangover "helpers" were doing no good: berocca obamas (thank you Karen!), gallons of tea, toast, motilium and paracetamol.
And Diet Coke, lets not forget that. The only thing that was lacking was mountains of crisps, but neither of us were in a fit state to go to the shops.
From now I told myself, my body shall be a temple and nothing stronger than water shall pass my lips. I shall subsist on a diet of lettuce and celery, grilled fish and fruit.
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But even as I tell myself these things I know it will be nigh on impossible to break the habits of a lifetime.
I remember once when Beaut.ie Mammy and Daddy went to Cyprus for two weeks and I had a free gaff. At seventeen this was the answer to all and every dream in my life thus far. A free gaff! For two weeks! In those two weeks I managed to crash the car, destroy the house and give myself alcohol poisoning. I have actually never been able to drink Bacardi ever again. The very smell of it brings the whole four days of extreme illness rushing back.
How many times have you uttered the immortal words "I'm. Never. Drinking. Again" only to find yourself mere days later merrily knocking them back like there was no tomorrow?
And when you have, what works the best to get over the dreaded hangover?
