Istvan, the Hungarian Stephen.

The morning after the night before.
Luckily my Hungarian mate had some home made Pálinka left. A couple of nips from bottle were gratefully accepted and soon the spring was back into my step. My new found spring possibly wasn't appreciated by my travel companion who was perhaps looking for a little quiet time on the journey home.
As my best wee mate D (aged 4 at the time) described it best."i think i'm being a bit too rambunctious".