Count yourself lucky. I once had a U/T co-pilot who had partyed all night at Bangor - even woke me up at o-dark-hundred by yelling in the corridor outside my room - who then had to catch the 0730 wheels with us. He stank like a brewery. So he didn't get any operating on the entire leg, just the radio. Which he consistently porked up. I got out of the seat at TOC and handed over to his trainee captain - who promptly chewed his nuts off in a thoroughly efficient manner.
Remember that tw@t, eh Tonks?