Some people can handle their drink, others can't. I unfortunately belong to the latter group, give me a few pints of lager and I'm hiccuping at olympic standard.

Last night I was out on the town with some colleagues. This was all well and good - getting to know people, relaxing and so on - I believe some people call it 'networking', but some people are twats. The problem occured at about midnight when my hiccups started, this can last for a very long time - on Christmas Eve I hiccuped all the way home from the pub, two miles away, at drunken pace. As the hiccups dragged on I also felt rather nauseous. Was I going to be sick? Well, as it happens, yes I was. My thoughts were: 'Oh no, now here, not now!' 'Yuck!' and 'Oh rats, I've just thrown up in front of someone from senior management'.

Not my finest hour.