....at the weekend.
Went to Ipswich to meet some old work friends, got absolutely and totally hammered on Absinthe, fell over and cracked my head open, woke up covered in blood in some random womans house, lost my bag, keys, wallet, mobile phone.........ah................
I think I'm going to give up the beer totally and become a sane middle-aged man. At least I got laid at last...not that I can remember much. The girl said I kept passing out during the dirty deed. What a f*****g charmer. But astonishingly, she wants to see me again !
Dear lord.....get a grip Martin.! :roll: