2003-06-23 10:06 p.m.
Dear God, Not The Haggis
If you should happen to go to a party, and you should happen to imbibe a great deal (to the point where you're actually leading the Electric Slide on the dancefloor) and you stay at said party for six hours, with a drink in your hand the entire time...
...and if you should happen to fire up the TiVo the next morning, hoping for sweet distraction from a hellacious hangover...
...DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT turn on the episode of A Cook's Tour where Tony goes to Scotland. My stomach started churning when they went to the chip shop and started deep-frying everything in the restaurant (fish, pickled eggs, pizza, Mars bars). By the time they brought in the haggis, I was too shellshocked to actually be in touch with my nausea. And when they started hunting, I had to turn it off or risk yacking all over the living room -- which probably would have helped my stomach but done no favors for my pounding, aching head.
This drinking tip brought to you by Magpie and Bacardi.