Woke up one morning...
...and started getting ready for my Saturday job at a greengrocers (I was probably about 17 at the time). As I got ready I noticed one of those light-weight footballs they sell everywhere stuck under my bed and that my trainers looked partially melted - my clothes also stank of smoke and pish. 'Perhaps we crashed a barbecue or something' I thought. Anyway, went to work and my boss happened to mention that she had a sore throat. At that point a chain reaction started and the night before resurfaced to the top of the memory pile - we had got some cider and beer, went to the cemetery and drank it all, after which the usual "Don't step on people's graves" taboo went out the window and we were crawling all over the 'yard. At some point we had gone to the 24 hour (when they used to let you walk in at most places) and bought the ball and practised some light thievery. Hence the game of football among the graves and jumping in and over a stack of burning leaves.

So how had it all come back? After my boss complained of a cough, I magically produced a packet of Halls Soothers from my pocket which was the night's one and only pointless shoplift.

I may not have been smart, but I probably was psychic.
(Ludokan, Tue 14 Jun 2005, 21:49, Reply)