Thursday, 27 January 2011
I got really, really drunk last night. It seems I'm not as well equipped to deal with hangovers these days compared to the last 8 or so years. I hooked up with Stig, drained a fair few tinnies, drank 2 on the tube back to Brixton, got home, drank a bottle of red wine and half a bottle of rum. Then I went out, got a few more tins and a 3.00 AM McDonalds (easily the low point of the evening). I was so drunk that I passed out with all of my clothes on while watching Predator and have been languishing in my own self pity all day as a result. So yeah, sorry for not being on point. Hopefully tomorrow.