when i went to portugal in 04, i woke up at 9 on the day we left because ihad tomeet my dadso he could give me money
our flight was at 7 the next morning and me and my mate had to get a coach to gatwick that arrived at midnight, so we didnt sleep in the terminal, just stayed awake till our flight and consumed about 5 beers each in the airport bar.
we didnt sleep on the plane and went straight to the pool for a few hours then hit the albufeira strip for the switzerland match, after which we went to the clubs till about 4 when we got back to our hotel.
we then thought it would be funny to run around the hotel knocking on peoplesdoors and running away like proper louts and jump in the pool fully clothed when it was clearly shut.
we eventually got to bed at about 8 in the morning- so 47 hours after i had met my dad, with no sleep.
what was worse is that it was too hot to sleep any later than about 11, so i woke up after three hours with theworst hang over EVVEERRRR
so 47 hours is my record. i feel like a bit of a pussy now :-))(