About a year ago, on my birthday, predictably enough I got fucking hammered.
However, I stood up at one point, and keeled over backwards, smacking the back of my head on the metal foot of a table.

I was very, very lucky not to pull a Mrs Neeson.

That was a bit frightening in retrospect, particularly as a girl in our office had done pretty well exactly the same, and had ended up going on the sick for three months before having to quit completely.

Best: saw some awesome piano blues played by candlelight this year, while Mrs V and I drank cocktails and whisky respectively. That was jolly nice.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 20 Nov 2013, 16:28, 2 replies, latest was 11 years ago)

This could still be your lucid interval

(Bonzodog29 is an unemployed sponge of the worst kind, Wed 20 Nov 2013, 16:31, Reply)

I hope not.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 20 Nov 2013, 16:32, Reply)