Friday, 23 December 2011

Famous Last Words

You're not going to find me in the pub on the last Friday before Christmas. Oh no.
If you think I'm fighting my way to the bar pushing amateur drinkers out of my path just for a pint of my usual you can think again. Sharing the room with idiots in Santa hats, leaving the pub at 23:10, heading home skipping over puddles of vomit, no thanks!

I'm going straight home.

I think.

The next day....

Urgh! Where am I? What happened last night?

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