In my defence
I'd spent the entire previous day drinking, and topped it off with some dodgy street drugs in Soho. Wound up in the Isle of Dogs, not bad going on foot from Westminster; at 6am. Bed, and then out for a drink with you lot at noon. And I distinctly remember drinking lager, as it was the curry that triggered the heave.

Not saying it didn't happen, but I object to the ludicrous accusation that five pints is my limit.
(rnuk http://flickr.com/rnuk, Mon 13 Jun 2011, 5:56, archived)

In your defence I added two pints to make you look like less of a poof.
It was three.
( Lord Gnome, Mon 13 Jun 2011, 6:13, archived)

Now you're just being malicious.

(rnuk http://flickr.com/rnuk, Mon 13 Jun 2011, 6:51, archived)