Hangover: A little man pounding your head at work

Then the wine decided to have a beer and the next thing you know, you're all over town hitting the clubs and throwing down succession of Gordon dry gin shots like there is no tomorrow.

But there is a tomorrow, and it's a working day. At 10am the next day, you're lying in bed and there is a little man in your head pounding away with a hammer. You fell like you haven't slept for months. Gingerly, you get up from your bed and you weave your way to the bathroom, carefully avoiding furniture that seems determined to trip you over. Once there, you proceed to repeatedly empty your stomach of anything that it may contain. If you are still drunk, you will probably have the sense to call in sick. However, if you have a low-grade hangover you will pop a couple of Panadols, drag yourself off to work and struggle through the day.