Come on, we've all had them. But I'd like to bet that we all have had one which still makes you wince to this day. The once which causes you to inch away to the opposite side of the bar to which the bottle, or bottles of the culprit lurks. So where was your worst/ Where was the one which reduced every eye blink to an explosion within your skull, and every noise to a tear inducing hell? Mine was in 92 at Fulda whilst on an exchange with a US cav regt. We'd arrived that afternoon from Sennelager and were busy trying out their fantastic bar facilities by 3pm. By 7pm we had made lots of new friends who, being American, like to dish out tequila like it was tap water. I remember going down town (sort of) and visiting many bars and clubs. The next day however hell decided to set up camp in my head. It took me 15 mins to raise my head from the pillow an to spend a freezing day doing various sports activites, social events and other things which did not involve my going back to bed for an eternity. I still do not have the words to describe the pain I was in.