Last Sunday.. Went for a couple pints with my girlfriend at 3pm, then met up with her wee bro and a few of his pals.. We left the pub at closing (not before orchestrating an impromptu slam poetry session) and all rode back to my gaff via Tesco metro (where some sort of obscene westcountry tourettes version of the bogeys game happened) drank more wine and don’t remember getting to bed..
Many years ago on my birthday, after being in the pub with a whisky glass that was kept topped up all evening. Back at a mates close to home I apparently sat for a while with a kitten perched on my head! No photos, though.
Still love a drink, but really don’t enjoy getting shitfaced.