IF there’s one thing our divided nation can agree on, it’s getting hammered on Friday and treating the resulting hangover with judiciously applied pizza the next day.
But what does your choice say about you?
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Choosing the refined option likely means your hangover results from a complex Merlot or craft ales from from a micro-brewery. You’ve showered, may even be dressed, and will watch a subtitled film before giving up and falling asleep beneath the Culture section of the Times.
Pizza Express delivery? You’re a down-the-line middle-class hangover sufferer fortifying yourself with extra dough balls before spending the afternoon with Downton Abbey. Supermarket Pizza Express? You’re a thrifty forward planner with a bargain hangover caused by a litre of Vanilla Smirnoff on 40 per cent discount from Asda.
Today’s hangover came with a large side-order of self-loathing and you need to be punished. You’ll take your pizza in bed, along with chips, Coke and six chocolate fudge brownies, before slumping asleep in front of a sticky laptop showing Friends with porn looping in another tab.
You’re either a student or still drunk but regardless you are in many ways the bravest of them all. You’ve left the house, interacted with a human and are killing your usual hangover with a vaguely Italian name, microscopic amounts of cheese and cuts to the roof of your mouth. You will be drunk again before nightfall.