Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Drunken stupor

Vague memory of handing over all the money in my pocket to homeless man (whom my brother assures me is close personal friend) while lying on the pavement near Nottingham station. Subsequently taken to bar called "Prohibition" for more alcohol. Note to self: don't accept invitation to lunch with brother without expecting it to turn into all-day boozing. Really, really going to regret this tomorrow.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

So you did get home, then? Great relief. We are never doing that again. Well, maybe not until next week.