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.
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.