Really?
"It is a sad indictment of Britain's socialising habits if struggling with a hangover in the sullen company of similarly afflicted friends is more fun than the evening that got you there."
Or is getting absolutely pissed by binge drinking next to other people but able to have no meaningful interaction with them when you're paralytic perhaps just a tad inferior to healthier food and drink the next "morning," under a broad definition of morning?
Biting the hand that feeds IT
