The worst hangover you've ever had?

I had a large amont to drink and when i woke up i remembered almost nothing. i did not eat for three days and it took almost two weeks to piece the nigth together.

i was 17 at the time and i am 3....erm a lot older now. i still refuse to get that drunk. i learned my lesson.

Shed load of pints one night with a friend the week before college started back. It ended with him falling into a freezer in Dunnes, sliding over a checkout just to see would it scan his arse and with me having to train myself back on beer.

There have been too many occasions where, upon waking up, I have truly regretted the past nights activities. Not only have I produced aforementioned black bile, but I have also had the pleasure of doing so whilst bleeding from the nose, relieving myself of toxic slurry and urea and sweating profusely.

I've had a few.

Worst - alcohol poisoning after a bottle of Tequila when I was 18. Was sick for 4 days afterwards.


Most interesting - Was travelling through Argentina this summer, and staying in Mendoza. We had to switch hostels so were up early after a heavy session. I was lying on the floor of the reception flat on my back, dying of the drink sickness, when the walls all start to shake. This goes on for about 10 seconds, and I am thinking to myself "Jesus, I am rightly f*cked if my vision and senses are so shot I fell like this".Turns out it was a force 3 or 4 earthquake near by. Weird.

Had my 21st in Lanzarote and had to fly home the next morning..actually thought i was dying...had to wait in dublin airport for 6 hours before there was a bus home and my ex ended up calling the paramedics for me...they tried to convince me to go to the hospital and be put on a drip...i was in so much pain i couldnt eat for 4 days after...never again!!!

Drank 2 liters of Blue Nun, woke up to the smell of a fry up and as soon as it hit my nose i puked a nice thick red spew all over the place.

Oh god ive had waaaay too many. But the worst has to have been this year after Fat Boy Slim in Marley Park. Jesus i feel sick even thinkin about it. Had so much red bull i couldnt sleep till the following night. In between that id promised to sacrifice all my limbs, my job...anythin and everythin that came into my head to stop the sweats,shakes and THE FEAR(not one bit rational after no sleep for 24+hrs)!

I swore to every god in the universe that id never drink again..hahahaha...yeh right!

Playing cards one sunday night when i was a good bit younger.
Finished 5 cans when the lad pulls out a bottle of poteen:eek:
I drank over half the bottle in shots
Woke up the next day to find i'd vomited in my sleep, drove a 3.5 ton van home (a mile in the midde of the country - not an excuse for drink driving i know) and had a full feed from the chipper in the bed with me.
The mother had a field day on me that time!!

went to new york this time last year for 9 days. did all my sight seein and shoppin in 4 days and spent the remainder of my time on the beer.. typical routine get up, full irish in irish bar and stay drinkin all day and head to a club.. back to hotel and fall into coma and do it all again the next day.. had a whale of a time but by god i died on the way home on the plane and for the next two days..
i remember being on the plane and getting worried everytime someone went to the toilet incase the urge to vomit came over me.. horrible feeling but hey, it has to be done;)

Last summer (2008) I went out with my friends. We were at one of the lads houses beforehand, drinking away. I brought a bottle of Jager home from France so we drank all that. Also, if I remember correctly, I had two bottles of Tiger, a can of Carling, a can of Budweiser, some other can, a shot of Jameson and a shot of Baileys before I went out. Then when I went out I had a heineken and a bulmers. I don't remember anything from that night, except getting sick on the way home. I woke up in my friends spare bed at about 10, went to the jacks and got sick, and heaved in agony on the floor. Awful.
Though it doesn't seem like a whole lot now, but the mixture I'm sure is what caused it.


The worst drunken experience I had was a few weeks ago. I had a naggin and 4 mini beers before I went out. Then we went to a pub and I had a pint, then we went clubbing. It was €2 vodka and cokes so I got a double. I don't remember anything after that, but judging by my wallet I had at least two more doubles. I literally remember nothing after the first double. The earliest after that I remember is standing outside Hillbillys balling my eyes out and I had no idea why. It turns out my brother was being held against the wall by three bouncers and they were threataning to call the cops, so I stepped in to save the situation, and my brother turned on me and punched me. Neither of us remember that at all, or anything else that happened. Scary.

This particular hangover was SO bad, I can't actually remember the night before it, what happened, who I was with or what I drank.

All I remember is waking up, the room was spinning around me. I had to crawl on my hands and knees to the bathroom and when I eventually got there I thought I was sinking into the floor or melting.

I threw up. A lot.

Luckily, there was a Spar under the apartment I was living in at the time, so I made it down there. Bought myself a 6 pack of Lucozade, a 2 litre bottle of Lucozade and a single 500ml bottle which I drank there and then.

I tried to pay with my Boots advantage card and a builder asked me, "Did ye have a good night, love?!".

I had to close my eyes and hold my breath in the lift going back to my apartment so as not to vomit. It wasn't fun.

I was 17 years old and was playing in the final of a cup with my rugby clubs 1st team. We won and where celebrating afterwards in the bar and my teammates where buying me drink. (I still looked about 15)

The cup was pretty large and was filled with every imaginable spirit and I drank most of that by myself. I remember my mother saw me and knew I was drunk, it being a Sunday night she said to me “You’re still going to school in the morning!”

I kept drinking well into the night. The next day my mum shook me awake and got me out of bed. I had never had a hangover in my life before but that morning I was in absolute bits my head was thumping and I felt like puking all over the place.

I put my uniform on and was marched out the door. I had to get the train into Dublin to get to school and it was so jam packed with people point that I fell asleep on my feet wedged in between the other passengers I must have stank.

I had to go through the whole day in school feeling like that. The teachers must have known the state I was in because not one of them said anything to me the whole day and I spent ages with my head on the desk moaning softly.

I got home and when my mum got in she had a big grin on her face. “How was school?” she said “get lost!” I said to her not even looking up from the coach where I had landed the moment I got in (I wanted to say **** Off but I was and still am not brave enough to say that to her) she just laughed at me and got me some pain killers.

I’ve never had such a bad hangover again and that was my first but not last.