I am currently nursing an urgent after party headache and so this phrase seemed to hold a particular relevance. Meaning ‘a small measure of drink intended to cure a hangover’, it is actually short for ‘the hair of the dog that bit me’. It originates from the medieval belief that when someone was bitten by a rabid dog, a cure could be made by applying the same dog’s hair to the infected wound. The dangers of this inconvenient suggestion should be immediately apparent. As my trusted source at somewhere I’ve now lost the link for so deftly puts it, “How many people managed to get bitten again when trying to approach the aforesaid dog to acquire the hair to achieve this completely useless remedy isn’t known.”
Enough of the writing, I’m going to find a dog of my own.