We have all been there. Its the next morning, and youve awoke with a mouth like Ghandi's flip flop, a raging headache, and a memory of doing something daft. This morning i woke up and went to run my hand over my head. As my hand touched my head, i knew immediately something was wrong. In a blind panic, i frantically rushed to the nearest mirror... I do remember riding a mountain bike back to camp (my own, not a stolen one), but when the feck did i think it would be a good idea to give myself a Mohican??? So now im here with a No.1 all over, i look like an refugee who needs locking up, and im sporting a terrible hangover. Anybody else woke up in the morning and realised they did something they shouldnt?