Not me but worthy...
Having all been out the night before for one of the lads birthdays (think we finished about 2pm) we were all feeling a bit worse for wear when it came to working that night.

However, we all pulled together and come 10pm we had all arrived and work was open, DJ, myself and two others of our management team are sat in the office having a quick skive and chat about the previous nights exploits.

The tales flow and everyone is happy.

The DJ asks my colleague if he has anything leftover that might help him get through the night a little easier, and being the kindly soul that he is my colleague informs the DJ that yes, he does indeed have something left.

Colleague pops off to do whatever and later on in the evening presents the DJ with: a) roughly 4 measures of a strong stimulant wrapped in a Rizla and b) roughly 4 measures of a tranquiliser more commonly attributed to Horses, again wrapped in a Rizla.

Some of you will have probably guessed this already, but sure enough, our DJ promptly decided that they must just be two wraps of something and with a healthy swig of Vodka Redbull, knocked back the lot.

Cue half an hour of.. 'Has he?', 'No, he can't have', 'You're taking the piss' etc. until we eventually establish that we have in fact now got a DJ on our hands who is fast fading into an absolute mess and three hours to go til closing.

He ended up not going home but going out to another club in town til even later as he didn't dare go home, and had to get a train back to Leeds at 8am.
( Ril3y is a brit abroad.. bring on the Stella / Asahi, Fri 13 Feb 2009, 8:58, Reply)