It's 2:30pm and only now am I starting to come around (helped by minty shower gel).. Last night was - a night. I drank too much (thanks to
mrcook and pax_draconis for saving cheap white wine especially) and I'm sure the bottle of Hot Shots ("Contains 14 Shots!") was a mistake. I also remember using up 20 shots of film, which I can get processed and find out whether I've broken the SLR body I have as I fear I might. God knows what's on them - I just hope that they get developed and returned rather than referred to the vice squad.
I remember arguing about something, and the evening ending with a huge roundrobin "You're my mate and I love you so much" bravely disguised as a pseudy exercise in personality analysis.
Oh, and the more I drunk the better I got at apples.
Special thanks to
dreamfire for juice and cake this morning, followed by Charlies Angels on DVD, ibuprofen and then an under-the-influence cycle back to Cq. Now, ten minutes after I started writing this post I feel fine. There is clearly no justice in the world. 