I don't do hangovers after one mother of all hangovers a few years ago. Dear god in heaven, I was so ill I really actually wanted to die.
I think I only survived the night because I was at a friends party, she's a nurse and had loads of nurses there too, so they sort of put me in the recovery position and left me on the patio after I'd made a complete tit of myself by sticking my hands in some blokes' pockets and saying 'man with hole in pocket feel cocky all day' and grabbing his whatsit.
He wasnt really impressed as he was the next door neighbour who had come to complain about the noise.
I do some really silly things when I'm drunk.
I didnt eat anything for almost 10 days and never touched red wine for 4 and a half years.
Even now, I still have to think twice before I can drink red wine - and I love the stuff.
If I do have a drink, I do the James Martin - pint of water, paracetamol, a rennie and then sleepy byes.