I accept his point that some of them are hangovers.
That is a hangover from earlier phases of thought on this subject.
Permitted hours are a hangover from the first world war and the requirement to get the munitions workers back to the factories in the afternoons.
He knows about spending sprees and about inflationary hangovers.
Even if it happens for only one week in six months, the hangover is colossal.
But how raddled the object of our attentions looks the next morning when the champagne has given way to a hangover.
After all, in the case of his generation that is a hangover from the old days of intense bitterness.
I think that the time has come to re-examine that cosy hangover from bygone days.
