I remember leaving the pub at about 11:30 I think. Nice to [re]meet all you folks.
The beer scooter got me directly to Liverpool Street without a single wrong turn, and I must have got just about the last tubes back. First thing I recall is how difficult my jeans were being in regard to the whole getting undressed malarkey. I suspect I may have had words with them.

It's just as well I took off when I did. Reconstructing my intake based upon initial versus final funds would lead me to believe that as well as getting a couple of rounds in, plus consuming numerous other drinks bought for me by upstanding b3tan citizens, I must have shoe-horned in a few cheeky double G&Ts on top, as if I wasn't already getting quite nicely cooked ...
(BrianHequator was stretching owls, on, or around, Mon 24 Jan 2011, 15:44, 2 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

I do hope the whole getting undressed malarkey only took place once you were ensconced in your home
I'm fairly sure you were clothed when I said goodbye to you...
(LongJohnBaldry, Mon 24 Jan 2011, 15:48, Reply)

I bet it wasn't as exciting as the three night busses I had to get
Although there was a lack of crazy people on them :(
( TGB checking Off Topic is still shit at, Mon 24 Jan 2011, 15:55, Reply)