How's your Hang?

It’s Monday morning and I’m in the office with a hangover from hell. I’ve just run to the toilet to chuck up half my guts. My face is a sickly shade of green, a bit like an alien’s, except my right eye is also black, and my hands won’t stop shaking. The noise of the photocopiers and printers ring in my head. My hangover is compounded because everyone in the department is asking me “Where’s Philip?” and I’ve just received an e-mail from the Managing Director of the firm saying he needs to speak to Philip urgently and asking if I know where he is. I don’t know what to do. My head feels like it might explode. Why is everyone asking me where Philip is? This is why.

This is the story of the worst hangover of my life. It was so bad that at one point I thought I was going to die.

The events leading up to my near death experience began on Thursday 23rd February 2006.

My friend Red Dave called me on a Thursday night to discuss plans for the weekend. He said Razel the rapper was coming to town and he wanted to go see him on Saturday night after the game of fives he was having with guys from work. In fact he said they were one short for the fives so I agreed to play and we could kick on to see Razel later.