Last night was the local english radio station, WRG's, stand up comedy night, with four stand-up comedians from the Comedy Store in London flown over for our amusement. A friend won two tickets so we went along together. Once we got there, we were offered a whole crate (24 cans) of free beer (Carlsberg) if we would sit in the front row. Of course, that turned out to be the row where everyone got insulted (I shall not bore you with the comments made about yours truly). The comics were great, but the free beer was, well, greater. Together we had 12 beers (0.5 liter) between us. And by God, was it a hard job to get back to the bus afterwards: I was completely blotto, waving at people I didn't even know, grinning like a mad Cheshire cat. I got home all right, but before long I had my head over a toilet bowl and this morning my insides feel as though they were scrambled with an egg whisk. In view of this, I have vowed never to drink that much beer again.


Has anyone else had some rough nights and made similar promises?