All I Knew About Hangovers And How I Dealt With Them

The hangover. Not the film, although 'film' is to feature over these next few paragraphs of prose. When one has a day of leisure to accompany a hangover, the only question one needs to pose is, 'How do I deal with the hangover?' I decided to deal with today's with couch, film and fire (not to be confused with the 50s reggae band 'Earth, Wind and Fire').

The film I plumped for, off of iplayer, was pretty atrocious; I may as well had watched The Hangover. It was a sci-fi comedy called, something like, All I Knew About Time Travel And How I Knew It. It was lame as hell, but I suppose in the hungover site you don't really want to watch a sub-titled Russian art house film about a feta cheese fetishist's painfully slow voyage of discovery with a bisexual biochemist. And in any case, I'd watched that one last Tuesday: good in parts but let down by the ending when the biochemist remembers he owes a retired psychopathic basketball player 20,000 Euros and chokes on his omelette.