When England beat Germany 5-1 in the world cup
I remember drinking all day. My memory fails after paying £79 for a bottle of champagne. I have no recollection of the next few hours, and came round walking down the street. I jumped on a random bus. After quite a long time I suddenly regained some sense and realised all the houses we were passing looked quite large. From this I determined I was in West London. I needed to be in the East. So I got off the bus. The next few hours were spent wandering aimlessly or sitting on the pavement. I then flagged a black cab, but when the driver asked me where I wanted to go, I couldn't remember the name of the place in which I'd been living on and off for years, so I just stood there and smiled.

I finally remembered 'Stratford'. The driver didn't turn on the meter. After arriving, when he asked for the fare, I couldn't focus on my notes so I threw them all at him. I got out and walked in the wrong direction. When I got to Plaistow I realised my mistake. I got home at 4:30am. My girlfriend began screaming at me because she "was so worried." I just stood and smiled. I then sat on a chair in the hallway with my jeans and shorts round my ankles and pissed. I think I thought it was the toilet. I'd spent around £300. The hangover lasted for 3 days.
(ImprobableFrontman, Fri 19 Mar 2004, 14:11, Reply)