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Something Sensational To Read On The Train

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The day after the night before
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I think it’s fair to say that most of us have been in a situation where experienced ‘blank outs’ following evenings where alcohol was readily available, but most of us would admit to this being in some way related to the consumption of alcohol.


Not quite sure what the bishop was doing wandering around Crucifix Lane: since it is possible to change from the Jubilee line to the Northern line at London Bridge without leaving the underground station.

After a journey home like that I guess I would prefer to forget about it!

However drunk I’ve been in the past I must admit that I’ve never broken into a car on the way home, but that’s just me – I would be more concerned with putting one foot in front of the other and going vaguely in the right direction.

All this did bring back memories of an incident after a jolly in Soho a few years ago. I’d spent the afternoon and early evening drinking in Soho, firstly at the Compton’s and then at the Intrepid Fox (haven’t been there for ages, hope it’s not changed too much). By the time I left for home I was pretty out of it, but managed to get to Piccadilly Circus ok, and get from there to the Elephant and Castle unscathed. However just a few yards from home I fell into a hole in the pavement that had been dug by representatives of the local council. I’d noticed the hole before, but it was not fenced off in any way and there wasn’t any sign. It was just a hole about half a metre deep right in the middle of the pavement.

Anyway I banged my head quite badly on the pavement. I didn’t feel it was bad enough to go to hospital, and decided to go home and sleep it off. The next day I had 2 black eyes, a swollen nose and several scratches over my face. I had a few days off work, but not long enough for the scars to have healed before I went back. Not wanting to admit to having injured myself by falling over whilst drunk, I cam up with the excuse that I had been changing a light bulb in my ‘pied a terre’, was standing on my desk to right the light fitting and fell, banging my face against the side of the desk. You may think that having had a few days off work to come up with a credible excuse I could have done better than that, but that’s what I claimed at the time. Of course nobody believed me, and most people thought that I had been beaten up. So when I eventually came clear everybody had a good laugh at my expense.