Never again

Forgeddabout mixing the grape and the grain; on Saturday night I was merrily mixing every goddamn drink known to man in a superlative performance which saw me spend most of Sunday alternating between sleeping, and lying in a pool of sweat vomiting up the lining of my stomach into a beautifully and conveniently transparent Natalia Kucija bag. Eventually I arose and that's when I noticed the little clusters of burst blood vessels ringing my eyes making me look like I'd been in a fist-fight with a midget. I'd actually woken up thinking I was in pretty good form all-things-considered, but as soon as the first drop of morning-after water slid down my esophagus I knew I was in big trouble; I fed my breakfast of porridge to the kitten and went back to bed.

Amongst a variety of material, the Port Silver Arts website FAQ has an interesting suggestion on how to prevent a Projectile Vomit Hangover [see Q: What's the best way to prevent a hangover?] which I shall certainly try the next time I find myself in this particular predicament ["Never again? Hah!"]. However they don't specify a common name for one of the ingredients, iodopropynyl butylcarbamate [IBPC], so I was forced to consult the information-box where the Cosmetics Unmasked Ingredients list identified it as a synthetic preservative and stuck the international chemical hazard symbol next to it [see right]. None of which is going to help me find out which aisle in the supermarket to look in.

Suggestions for finding IBPC? Surefire hangover cures? Email me...