Our island is often described as a tiny rock in the Irish sea with 80,000 alcoholics clinging to it. And sure, we and the generations preceding us are particularly well versed in ‘le sesh’, I get it.
But maybe, just maybe the reason we never learn our lesson and continue to bump and grind like it’s 2007 in the Outback, or pretend we’re Tyra Banks in Coyote Ugly, dancing on the Thirsty Pigeon bar week in week out, is because we have the most unique hangover cures known to Mann, right here on our doorstep.
Walk of shame along Douglas Prom
A run / battle against the elements along Marine Drive
Digging your bike out the garage and heading out on a restorative cycle lap of the TT course, only getting as far as Noa Bakehouse though because coffee is bae.
Queuing for 16 hours on a Sunday morning for a sausage and egg McMuffin at Maccy’s drive thru because everyone else on the Isle of Man had the exact same idea as you at exactly the same time.
Little Fish Cafe
Poached egg and avo at Little Fish Cafe, with a bloody mary, flat white, OJ and token glass of water to rehydrate your sorry ass, wearing last night’s clothes because you’re a dirty stop out and a pair of sunglasses so no-one knows you’re actually a dirty stop out.
The legendary morning after Newsbeat sausage, egg and bacon toastie #GETMETONEWSBEAT
Door stop toast with bare salty butter and a cup of builders from the Alpine Cafe for those rare occasions that the hangover stomach just ain’t vibing with that gooey green eggy-ness.
Bacon bap and a banana milkshake from Gale’s Fayre.
Cold Star Grill leftovers for breakfast, lunch and dinner…
Chips, cheese and gravy – with or without the pizza.
Walk it off
An ill-advised sign up for the Parish Walk.
Staying out all night and getting a fry up at the caff before you go home to bed.
Staying out all night and getting the first bus home so you don’t have to pay for £1.2 million for a taxi ride back to Ramsey.
And if all else fails…
Hair of the dog
9am pint at The Market.