What/when was the WORST hang-over you have ever had?

[gbb]

My last, very last heavy session was New Years Eve, maybe the year2000.
Blotto, completely, massive party, great time with family and friends.
Woke up early next morning and needed to go downstairs to the loo, got halfway down and my heart felt like it was going to burst (I always suffered a noticeable, uncomfortable raised heart rate when drinking), banging so much I thought I was going to pass out. I slumped on the stairs and swear my vision went all grey for a good 10 minutes.
Never again....and stuck to it.

 

[Mrs M]

My worst was in Faliraki in my early 20's.
Mr M says I made Faliraki notorious
We went out for the evening and I was drinking Southern Comfort (their big measures)
Spent all evening in the same bar. I remember parts of what happened and Mr M filled me in on the rest cringe.
(Getting a "firemans lift" up the stairs from the hotel owner was part of it).
Anyway, next day death would have been welcome I felt so bad
Didn't want to appear too unwell though, like nothing really happened so went out to the pool to sunbathe.
Lasted a short time before I "hughied" all over the roses then made a swift retreat back to bed.
Never had more than one Southern Comfort since.

 

[Levo-Lon]

My worst was in Faliraki in my early 20's.
Mr M says I made Faliraki notorious
We went out for the evening and I was drinking Southern Comfort (their big measures)
Spent all evening in the same bar. I remember parts of what happened and Mr M filled me in on the rest cringe.
(Getting a "firemans lift" up the stairs from the hotel owner was part of it).
Anyway, next day death would have been welcome I felt so bad
Didn't want to appear too unwell though, like nothing really happened so went out to the pool to sunbathe.
Lasted a short time before I "hughied" all over the roses then made a swift retreat back to bed.
Never had more than one Southern Comfort since.

I cant drink Brandy for similar reasons..i sprayed my mums pile of xmas cards that were all addressesd stamped and ready to post with a lovely beer brandy mix...bugger

 

[TheDoctor]

Well, two occasions spring to mind.
Octoberfest in, ooh, about 1997. The week started badly. Our flight was from Gatwick at dear-oh-Lord on Sunday morning. We therefore went to London on Saturday night, stayed out till we couldn't drink anymore and trained it down to Gatwick. On the flight, we were the only people on the plane to demand alcohol with breakfast. Got to Munich and Lo! Many beers were drunk. And Monday was greeted with a hangover, so time for a hair of the dog. Tuesday - rinse and repeat, and so on till we went home on Saturday. At this point I was nursing what felt like half-a-dozen simultaneous hangovers. The horror, the horror.
And the 125th anniversary of the International Wine Society, whose HQ is far too near my house for comfort. Champagne on arrival - I had two or three glasses. A five course dinner, with two different wines for each course, I had at least two glasses of each. And quite a bit of Port. And a fair helping of cognac. This was on Friday night, and I was still distinctly disinterested in food, drink, or indeed life in general on Sunday evening. On reflection, not so much a hangover as alcohol poisoning.
TL; DR The liver is evil and must be punished.

 

[keithmac]

We discovered brandy ports by chance at the local working mens club late teens/ early 20's. It was our drink of choice after that. Used to have a couple of hours in there before hitting the town.

10 was the holy grail and only managed it a few times but one lad really struggled, anyway we were outside chatting to the club chairman when this lad projectile vomited over his jacket. How we remained members after that was anyones guess!.

 

[slowmotion]

1988. I was invited to a very smart friend's stag dinner at a club in St James'. A very good meal and an incredible amount of grog, ending up with an ocean of port. At about 2:30am, I swayed out onto the pavement, intent on catching a cab home.... and realised that I was so spectacularly drunk that there was absolutely no chance of actually communicating my intended destination to any cabbie, and that the only thing for it was to stagger back to Hammersmith under my own steam. I did actually make it without falling over, Lord knows how and by which route. I dimly remember the looks of absolute horror that people gave me as a dinner jacket- clad Champagne Charlie veered towards them out of the dark.

I suffered the next day. Never touched a drop of port since.

 

[iandg]

Fortrunatley, so long ago I don''t remember.

 

[summerdays]

I've done drunk on a number of occasions but hung over.... no, not really, it doesn't matter if I mix different spirits, etc, I've never woken up and crawled out of bed desperately ill (apart from one occasion and I put that down to food poisoning from dodgy chips and 30 years on I still don't like fish shop chips but can happily still drink whiskey, and no I am not going to change my mind at this stage as to the cause of that tummy bug!).

 

[Saluki]

22 years old, so 1986, and not much of a drinker. We were at a party and I was the designated driver. Someone thought it would be a hoot to spike my cloudy lemonade (homemade stuff and very lemony) with vodka. Having never got properly drunk before, I just thought that I was feeling a bit ill and was advised to drink more fluid. I drank a pint of water and some more lemonade. Eventually I passed out, woke up in hospital where I stayed to be treated for alcoholic poisoning for 3 or 4 days. I had an unbelievable headache for 3 days, shivering, being sick and generally very, very ill. Had IV lines in an all sorts and was in quite a sorry state.

I have had a slight hangover since (2 glasses of wine and I'm a wreck) but never anything like that.

We didn't know who spiked my drink for about 6 months when, at another party (where I drunk coke, from a can that I opened and didn't let go of) one of the guys said "wasn't that party funny when we spiked that lemonade and she passed out and threw up everywhere ha ha ha ha". The party went a bit quiet and he was escorted out of the house. My other half said that he was going to tell the bloke's CO. I don't know if he did though.

 

[Accy cyclist]

November 1977. It was my 17th birthday,i was working in a pub next to Clitheroe farmers market.. Seeing as it was my birthday the blokes i was working with bought me a few pints. Then some farmers bought me some pints, then so on and so on.. I thought i'd had 5 pints of Guinness,but when i went back to work the following Monday i was told they'd slipped many whiskies into my Guinness and nasal fed me snuff.
My dad was walking home from work,as i arrived home in someone's car. He told me later that i fell out the car and crawled into the house. I led down on my bed and didn't wake up till the following afternoon. I wouldn't say it gave my my worst hangover but it was the first time i was comatose on alcohol.

 

[Cubist]

Both of my worst hangovers involved my kids. The first was the night they were born. I took my team and two friends to a pub/microbrewery to wet the babies' heads. I was drinking a strong ale, and by the time we finished all of the team and both friends had bought me a pint of Leadboiler, which was about 5.6%. Inwas daft enough to drink all twelve pints.

Mrs Cube and the kids were still in hospital, as Cubette needed a bit of help to keep her body temperature up, so I spent the next day in a stifling hot hospital room with an extremely unsympathetic Mrs Cube.

The last hangover was their 18th party. I only really drink bitter in pubs, and so was happily cruising along on a nice session IPA, when the assembled masses started buying me shots. I get on well with most of the kids' friends.... I was a rugby coach at Cubester's club, so as I was sitting at the bar I was treated to an obscene number of Jaegerbombs, Sambuccas, Tequilas and bizarrely, a large brandy. The resulting hangover actually finished me off for a day and a half.

 

[marzjennings]

Worst, New Years about 25 years ago, beer, shots, wine, southern-bloody-comfort and then some bozo suggests we snort tequila which of course we all think is a great idea. Woke up late New Year's day, rash across my face, suggested alcohol poisoning and zero memory of how I actually got home. I didn't stop shaking until the next day.

Most infamous, about 11 years ago (at an age I should have known better) way too much rum, whiskey, beer and babash while at a carnival fete in Trinidad held at the local golf club. Attempted to walk home as the fete ended, maybe 10pm, failed to walk the 1/4 mile home and stumbled into a stream where I promptly fell asleep. Wife panics when I don't get home, convinced I've been kidnapped (which was a thing at the time), entire golf course security, local police and head of Sydney's drug squad (visiting mate) spend hours looking for me. While I, after 3 hours just wake up and walk home. Of course, after some 'gentle' words from the wife, banished to the sofa until 3am where I'm woken to drive everyone to J'ouvert . I felt like crap the entire day, but couldn't let friends and family down and so danced all day in the hot sun. I say infamous as it seems this story is now a local humorous tale at the golf club about the stupid Brit who could handle his booze and ended up wasted in a stream full of snakes.

 

[gbuch]

For me the worst was about 15 years ago. Me and three mates were invited to our local football club hospitality. Free drink from 1'oclock onwards except during game as drinking not allowed when match being played. However someone suggested pub 100 yards away at kick off time and we tottered back 5 minutes before the end of game to start the after match fun. The club officials mingled with guests with spirit bottle in hand to re-fill any near empty glass. 8.00 pm was throwing out time. First casualty was found sleeping in the toilet cubicle. Second was found by dog walker at 6.30 next morning sleeping on his back like a starfish on grassy communal area. Won't say to much about myself as it still brings back bad memories but broken window , ruined front hedge and a whole bottle of bleach was involved.

Slept for 18 hours and stayed in bed for another 24. Luckily had a day off work on the Monday.
Wife not speaking to me for a week.

4 idiots + free drink = complete shambles.

 

[gbuch]

Would also like to add as still not completely recovered from my weekend over-indulgance these stories are cheering me right up.

 

[Electric_Andy]

Too many to remember. The "worst" was when I was 15 and had to spend all day on my Gran's spare bed because I was throwing up too much to eat New Years Day lunch. I was not popular with my parents.

The worst in terms of nearly dying, I was travelling in New Zealand and spent a good 14 hours drinking heavily. I went to bed at 02:00 and slept all night, then all the next day, all the next night and finally got up at 14:00 the next day. I only remember raising my head to sip water, I was so dehydrated I didn't pee. I think I had a touch of alcohol poisoning.

Hangovers are weird though. I've had 8 pints before and woken up with a mild headache. Other times I've drank half as much and been vomiting all the next day.