The Muddy Stilettos guide to hangover cures
Socialising is back (and so are the hangovers). From gravy granules to cold lager, we asked some Muddy hell-raisers for their emergency remedies.
Rachel, Editor of Muddy Berkshire
There’s a sliding scale of intervention. Sensible-ish, meaning I’ve stuck to the same drink all night and only need a cautionary pint of iced water and a couple of paracetamol before bed. Or over-excited oblivion which requires step one plus a can of diet coke and sausage sandwich in the morning, with a Frazzles or Space Invaders chaser later in the day. Salt, fat and fizzy drink content needs to be high. Retro snacks are just a reminder I’m old enough to know better.
Heidi, Editor of Muddy Hampshire & IoW
Nutritionists always advise blitzing up something green and ludicrously healthy for a hangover. Reality? Good luck with that. My top tip is to drink plenty of caffeine: tea, coffee and Coca-Cola, in that order. Water if you can face it. More prevention than cure, if you’re not too sloshed to remember, ALWAYS down a pint of water before bed.
Ginny, Associate Features Editor
Lessons I’ve learnt along the way: drinking on an empty stomach=room spin, four espresso martinis=eight coffee shots so don’t expect ANY sleep even long after you’ve removed the disco shoes, and anything that curdles in the glass will probably be doing something similar in the stomach. As for the morning after, I find that a banana smoothie or milkshake does wonders to settle the stomach. It’s got to have kefir in it, which seems to erase all the bad stuff with yoghurty good stuff. In my student days it was Berocca, or on a lean month, Bisto granules with hot water. Then it has to be a paracetamol and a bacon sarnie. The relief might be temporary, but oh it tastes good.
Kerry Yates, Head of Marketing (and hubby)
I reckon my husband is the ultimate expert – his drinking reputation of ‘Have you been Yatesyed’ is notorious. He is 6’4” with hollow legs and has a tremendous capacity (and fast recovery), but nevertheless is often reaching for a hangover cure. For me it has to be coconut water. For him, it’s another cold lager the morning after (I did warn you…), a spicy Bloody Mary, and if all else fails, sweat it out in a sauna.
Lisa, Editor of Muddy Devon
Being a mature woman of means and mother of three, it’s been many so
weeks years since I had a hangover, I can hardly remember what one feels like. But anything fizzy always does the trick for me, a slug of Diet Coke, or tonic water (provided I don’t catch a glimpse of last night’s gin bottle next to it). And if the old head is still banging by tea-time, I go for a hair of the dog Prosecco. A sort of fizzy virtuous circle.
Alex, Editor of Muddy Suffolk & Cambridgeshire
After many, many years of practice, I feel I have perfected the hangover cure. It must ALWAYS be potato based. Preferably potato waffles, which I pretty much always have in the freezer unless a teenager has eaten them. Cook for longer than it says and not in a toaster- no no no. Accompanied by fizzy water, and lots of ice. Hash browns are also acceptable. This is a progression from the tinned (I know – ashamed) macaroni cheese of my student days – with a side of white toast. Then there is always the Bloody Mary – but that’s mainly for the Christmas season.
Lucy, Deputy Editor of Muddy Buckinghamshire & Oxfordshire
Ah, the dreaded hangover. This is how I do it:
Step 1: Cup of hot water and lemon juice for rehydration and to wash away the self-hatred.
Step 2: Large coffee with oat milk for fortification for the day ahead.
Step 3: Extensive carbs – bread, bagels etc – with extensive protein – eggs, bacon, chorizo, etc.
Step 4: Alka Seltzer
Step 5: Pint of water and a banana.
And if I’m still screwed at that point, I just weep silently until bedtime.
Sue, Editor of Muddy Dorset & Somerset
If you’re in the right frame of mind to remember, the key is preparing the night before by drinking loads of water. Then an ice cold, full fat CocaCola the next morning to rehydrate, re-energise and help with that pounding head. Full English when you can face it.
Katrina, Editor of Muddy Hertfordshire & Bedfordshire
Long gone are my days of necking double G&Ts in dingy Clapham bars on a Saturday night with no repercussions (yep, ‘cos that’s how we rolled a decade ago). My hangovers these days tend to be more of the fuzzy-headed variety after a few too many wines on any given Wednesday night in. My failsafe pick-me-up for over-indulging is always, well, more over-indulging. I don’t mean hair of the dog (*grabs the paper bag*), but carb loading. A proper beige food bonanza. All washed down with an icy cold fresh orange juice and gallons of builder’s tea. Bosh!
Rachel, Editor of Muddy Cornwall
Years ago when I was an impressionable teen I read that you should follow the “banana” recovery plan – bath and nurofen and no alcohol, which stuck with me for ages, and does work although needs time which isn’t always possible! My own research over the decade (or two) since is that a shower, fresh air, coffee and a bacon sandwich is what actually works for me – that or a Bloody Mary, depending on how long the party went on.
Cate, Editor of Muddy Norfolk
Please note, I’m completely reformed and never do shots with teenagers or dance like no-one is watching. Because actually they are watching. And before you know it, you’re trending on TikTok and can never go to parents’ evenings again. Every cloud… Before kids, this was the routine: cold chocolate milk, downed in one, a litre of fresh orange juice (with bits), then water, ideally sparkling. Although frankly my liver wasn’t fussy, which is how I got into this situation in the first place. Now, brace yourself, this HAD to be followed by a tin of cold baked beans. Only Heinz. Eaten straight from the can with an old metal spoon, like some kind of vagabond queen of the highway. Except I was actually slumped at my desk in dark glasses hiding the terrible realisation I was still wearing sequinned lashes, but only on one eye. Next I’d tell the health freaks going to Planet Organic I wasn’t hungry and ask my mate Guy, to run to Greggs for 25 sausage rolls and a bag of doughnuts. Because that’s the other hangover essential, a mate like Guy. The kind of nurturing bloke who, when he sees you’ve miraculously made it all the way to 5pm, says ‘Fancy a pint?’ And you realise, yes, yes I do! And just like that, you’re back in the game.
Emma, Editor of Muddy Northamptonshire
I think my settings are wrong, but I always wake up early with a hangover, annoyingly for me and whoever else is in close proximity, and I absolutely have to get up and do something. Lying in bed, my favourite thing to do in normal circumstances, is simply hellish with the walls swirling around like a flushing loo. A cold-water dip in the River Nene is my secret weapon or, failing that, an early morning hike, followed up by flat Coke, salty french fries, an afternoon nap in the sun and absolutely no small children to look after.