"I need a good doctor, a pisspot and a brush... Cos I'm fucked"

OK, I drank at the meet today cos it was my birthday but from now on, I'm never drinking at meets again. I have a raging headache and felt rather hung over on the train journey home. I feel like a complete twat for asking for people to buy me a pint cos it's me birthday. It's a question that people probably wouldn't say no to cos they'd feel cruel if they didn't. I'm such an arse. I apologise for my behaviour... but at least I wasn't as bad as "Steve" on the tube...