Every now and again, especially after the over-indulgence of the festive period, you experience a hangover of such severity that it forces you to revaluate your existence. That worrying throbbing sensation in and around your liver area, and the aching in your kidneys is enough to persuade you that skulling 12 pints of lager every Friday night then hugging your knees for two days afterwards may not be as empowering as you once thought it was. And while your drunk self invariably convinces you that fighting that doorman, dancing with your pants off or jumping off this high thing are all sterling ideas, rest assured theyre not. So come the 1st January you promise your battered liver youll give it a bit more TLC this year. It wont last though. Your first day back at work after New Year will see to that. And watching your chums letting their hair down at the end of the week with big, stupid grins on their grills will be envy enough to find yourself ankle deep in p*ss-weak swill all over again come the following weekend. When Youll Abandon It: 2nd January.