Combi-birthday weekend: predictable hangover

Mighty day and night on Saturday. Almost the whole shebang: very successful day at the races, good crowd out in the evening, drunken row between the birthday people back at the house, bodies on the floor yesterday morning, some of whom had to be left home by meself (very unwise), depths of hungover depression while everyone else slept on and I agonised over how bad the row (which I didn't remember, even at the time) was; rousing Student Ben and his mate from underneath the emergency duvets, and then all capped off with a hot dog and chips in the fresh air out at Newland's Corner (at the "24 hour" cafe).