My best mates new girlfriends birthday
Was the event.
I decided it would be nice to go and mingle with a bunch of my mates girlfriends friends at a party in a trendy bar in the city of london.

Turned out they were all pleasent stockbroker types with far more company credit cards than sense. I arrived at 18:00. It was free champagne till 20:00. Then we hit the range of colourful shooters and beers. Then I challenged the bar maid (an aussie) to make us challenging shooters. She joined us for one.
Proceeded to drink far too many shots and was at one point told by barmaid 'I think you have had enough now.'
Staggered to tube. Passed out.

Woke up in Seven sisters. In panic I charged out of the tube and into a wall. I remember someone stepping over me asking if I was allright. Then moved onto getting into the street and going to a taxi office.
The next thing I know I wake up screaming in a taxi swerving round the streets of north london. The taxi driver demands to know if I am drunk. Of course I am drunk. No, wait.

I've been poisoned!

It seems I tried to pay on my credit card, he refused. I then gave him my credit card and reeled off a pin number.

The next morning I awoke on my bedroom floor in a pool of drool. my jeans had been mostly taken off.

My wallet had been stripped of anything valuable.

When I phoned the credit card company I apparently tried to take out £500 on my credit card in cash, but got the wrong pin....
( Razor What the fuck - a sig?, Fri 19 Mar 2004, 10:25, Reply)