We call it the 'Grape and the Grain' around our way.
Same headache whatever way you look at it though.
I no longer drink, but when I did I drank like a Roman and would wake up feeling as though I had murdered someone and was now waiting for the police to start a manhunt.
Once I assured my self that I was not a mass murderer I would then consider burning down my local to stop it happening again.
Given that I had been looking at 30 years for bludgeoning half the borough I reasoned I could do a five for arson on my head.
Then I used to stop thinking in tangents and would instead settle for the steady Thump! Thump! Thump! as my brain bounced off the inside walls of my skull and my tongue gave over to moss.