I woke up at 6am on King's Terrace, just off Camden High Street, one Saturday morning.
I had been asleep in some roadworks, and I was covered in sick. I stumbled down to Euston Station, fell asleep in the toilets, had a fully-clothed shower to get the worst of the ming off and got the first tube home. I had thought I felt bad on that tube journey, but it was NOTHING compared to how I felt when I got out of bed a couple of hours later. I wasn't right until Monday.
(wellgroomedwookiee is a filthy-minded hobgoblin, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:11, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

Bloody hell.
What had you been drinking?
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:17, Reply)

Everything

( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:21, Reply)

I'm not sure. I think possibly EVERYTHING.
It was a crazy night, the last thing I remember was beating random challengers at pool, then the bar shut, I stepped outside and then... nothing until the roadworks. I still had all my stuff, no injuries, no idea what had happened.
(wellgroomedwookiee is a filthy-minded hobgoblin, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:21, Reply)

Did you stop off at the Ballroom
by any chance?
(Himjim died a little more inside on, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:24, Reply)

Nope, for once I did not.

(wellgroomedwookiee is a filthy-minded hobgoblin, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 12:26, Reply)