How is it that a few drinks in the park ends up with me walking halfway home in the middle of the night?
Complaining as I am it did give me the opportunity to practise my new favourite hobby of falling asleep standing up at a bus stop. Sounds like an invitation to robbery? Remarkably I have never lost anything more than my sense of direction doing this.
Outdoor drinks are clearly a case of soft drugs leading to hard drugs. If you have a can of Red Stripe in the sunshine you will end up doing Tequila slammers at one in the morning (*gags slightly* I can still taste it).
Thank Christ I didn't get really carried away and decide to go for a kebab. There are limits to even my hard drug use.
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