So, for the second time in one week I’ve woken up with virtually no idea what I did towards the end of the night. No idea.
I can only assume I was being a wanker. This happens to me a lot.
Anyway, anyone with clues as to how big a tit I was being last night, should call me a wanker.
Indeed.
Erm….yeah. So what I remember is having a lovely evening going to the Burning of the Clocks parade with fire and solstice celebrations galore. It was really lovely, and before that I had sorted out all my Christmas shopping, so I had reason for the cheer.
But the cheer flowed too freely.
I met up with the Nano people and had a nice pub, I expect I wasn’t being the dashing and charming gentleman that I no doubt imagined I was being, but I think we had fun. Then I carried on drinking, and I’m pretty sure I descended into foul mouthed abuse.
I seethe with self loathing.
But on the other hand…I think I had a nice night.
Thanks and sorry to those of you who journeyed with me.
I don’t know how I got to where I woke up.
Merry solstice (for yesterday) everybody.
You weren’t a wanker. Not that I noticed, anyway.
And it was a fun evening, even when taken sober. :D
Reassuring. I can’t remember the last two hours of the night. Apparently I made ‘chips’ by which I mean I blackened some potato slices. I threw potatoes at people and roasted a lime.
I then fell asleep and left people to sort out the mess.
I also whinged about the state of the kitchen whilst cooking breakfast this morning. especially the lime…which looked like a beetle.
Yes
Glad you had a good time. Give us a shout any time you fancy wreaking forgettable chaos
And I just established I lost my scarf.
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