I worked this weekend, because I'm finally getting "The Fear".
But while I've not necessarily injured myself while drunk - I've certainly done some ill-advised things. Like sleeping with a female friend who was going through a break-up, touching the toilet floor of the "Stickiest Floor in Manchester" (oh I love 5th Av) and of course vomming a lot and ruining the blood vessels in my face.
( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Mon 17 May 2010, 9:28, 2 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

Having had past and recent success with brain-washing guru Allen Carr
I've just ordered a second-hand copy of his 'control alcohol' book. Shit like this makes me wish for more self-control but the truth is there comes a point in a night out where I say goodnight and do ok for myself or get wildly drunk and regret doing so for a week afterwards.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Mon 17 May 2010, 9:32, Reply)

Made the mistake of touching the soles of my shoes after Friday night.
Won't be doing that again.
However, the floor at fifth was the only thing that was filthy on friday night.
(Applebite Uh! A cow!, Mon 17 May 2010, 11:13, Reply)