: Thu May 07, 2009 5:12 pm
I like Edinburgh but:
I've had the worst two hangovers of my life in Edinburgh. It's the only time I've actually thought I was going to die - not wished to die (I've wished to die many times with hangovers), but genuinely panicked that I was not going to make it to the next morning - and that was the night after I had been on the lash and I'd been in bed all day. That was when I was grown up and working for a living.
First time was at Uni when we had a "field" trip to several agricultural research stations during the Easter hols. We had a night in Leeds before getting the coach in the morining and the last thing I remember was downing half a pint of irish malt whiskey in one and someone breaking a wooden tray over my head (one of my "mates"). Luckily another of my mates always carried smelling salts as he fell asleep in bars and couldn't be woken up any other way. I then set the world continous vomiting record. We arrived several hours later at Leith Nautical college where we were bunking. The warden was a large jocular man who took the p1$$ out of me for looking shocking. I wiped the smile off his face by handing him the half full bin liner I was carrying and asking if he could get rid of it for me. It took a second or two before he realised what it was half full of and the look on his face still gives me a warm feeling.
I couldn't even sniff alcohol for the rest of the week and the one girl I pulled turned out to be the niece of legendary Scottish forward Jim Calder -so no funny buisness there.
Last time I was there was to watch Leeds lose to the Dulls in the CC. I can't say I have too many happy memories.