Having tied one on big time last night I awake (regain consciousness?) with a sense of nostalgia for great hangovers of yesteryear. Two things come to mind. the first is a need for music to get me through my breakfast: early Simple Minds and - god forgive me - a bit of Coldplay.

The second is great hangover moments of the past. Notable is waking up in a maisonette in central Den Haag to a breakfast consisting of a large fry up and a couple of bottles of geuze before a reapplication of the medicine at a sports bar at Schevingen beach. All the while debating loudly with Trevor (inbetween recollections of liberating Port Stanley in his Harrier) how to fit in both Bono and Chris Martin as front men in our fantasy best band in history. Perhaps you had to be there. Perhaps you're glad you weren't.

So what's the point of this thread? Perhaps: 1. does anybody else feel a sense of the confessional about their great hangovers of the past; 2. or care to share what cheesy old stuff you put on the stereo when your defences are at their lowest?

In college in 1989 I ended up listening to 'It'll end in tears' by This Mortal Coil with a girl I'd just met. Though I had no intention of sleeping with her, we shared her bed as I was too drunk to think straight. She was definitely interested, and I knew it, but I pretended not to realise and went to sleep, as I didn't really fancy her, but liked her. When I woke the next morning and scuttled out of the room back to my halls of residence, I felt a crushing guilt. Hard to explain.
That album, coupled with a nostalgic hangover, could easily push me over the edge!

The whole of Lou Reed's Berlin is one long hangover of the past too. 'All together now..... "They're taking her children away, because they said she was a bad mother..."' Marvellous. Isn't it?