THE Urban Date Myth

I think this is, without a doubt, one of the funniest adverts ever- I'm sure that everyone has heard this story as one of those urban myths that happened to 'a friend of a friend'...

I, however, have a TRUE story that I'm going to share with you...

One of my very close friends suffers from terrible hangovers, often making her throw up continually the following day. When we were at university, she went home for a night of wild passion with the captain of the rugby team [score!]. The next morning, he had to get up early to play rugby: however, she was so hungover he told her to let herself out when she was ready. Soon after he left, she needed to be sick- but was unable to make it to the bathroom in time, so threw up into a pint glass instead. She then went back to sleep, only to be woken by her phone ringing, reminding her that she was late to meet people for lunch. She got dressed quickly, made the bed nicely and left her number on his pillow. It was only once the door had shut behind her that she realised she had also left the pint of sick on his bedside table.

Needless to say, he did not call.