well i wish i could remember it all but here's what i do:
I went on the piss with some of my mates when i was working on ships. we found a bar which was selling shots for £1. now we downed approx 11 double shots in the space of an hour and while we were in club everything was fine.
We decided to move clubs and this is where it starts to becomes hazy i remember arriving at the club and being turned away because i couldn't walk up the steps.
I semi remember getting a taxi and sort of remember arriving back on the ship.
i woke up the next and went to get dressed as i was meant to be visiting my parents. i discovered i had lost my glasses when i went to put them on and had a gash down my face and leg with a rip in my trousers with no idea of how i got them.
the worst thing was (i was told this part) the women i fancied in the cabin next door had seen me trying to get into my cabin the night before and had put me to bed after helping me undress and i have no memory of it the worst bit being was when she told me that she had came out in just her nightie when she heard the racket i was making. ah well
( Plomien is Polish for flame, Fri 19 Mar 2004, 7:41, Reply)