A couple of years ago
I and a few of my colleagues were put in charge of organising the party, and indeed the "organised fun*" that went with it. I was put forward as the best candidate to compère this organised fun - and apparently I did quite a good job of this - but combine it with having felt pretty lousy around that time, I ended drinking very heavily.

In the end, two of my then-housemates heard me insisting that it would probably be easier if I just slept in my office and decided they'd better get me home. I'm sure if they'd frogmarched me into a taxi I would gratefully have reimbursed them in full the following day, but they decided, instead, to frogmarch me home on foot.

The distance was about 4.5 miles across London. They were both about half the size of me. It was an impressive feat from their point of view, and a fairly shameful one from mine.

*_{A classic oxymoron, alongside such great examples as 'American Intelligence', 'Lib Dem leadership' and 'Arab unity'...}
(LongJohnBaldry, Mon 13 Dec 2010, 16:11, Reply)