I got drunk on Thursday

And now after over 2200 words, I'll bore you further still with a description of Thursday night. I'd been to Chester during the day to a records management meeting and got back at 17.00. I went lnto town to do some shopping: trousers, hair wax, an engagement card for Michelle, a wedding card for Janet, shake n vac, tea bags, and £75 in Debenham's vouchers for Janet from work.

Then I decided to go for a couple of pints. Originally I planned to stay for 3 pints, then after getting the taste and deciding to stay for karaoke I changed my mind and decided to stay till 22.00 and then at 21.45 I changed my mind again and decided to stay till I was pissed. I drank and drank and drank: I think I had 10 pints.

At the karaoke I sang That's Amore, Delilah, The Wonder of You and The Lion Sleeps Tonight. That's Amore was shit as I'd forgotten how it goes, Delilah, The Wonder of You and The Lion Sleeps Tonight were better and I got big claps which are always appreciated. I don't remember much else about the evening except that there were a lot of fit men about and that I was sat next to two lesbians whom I had a bit of a chat to and then they were replaced by other lesbians whom I also talked to. I know I went for a wee 4 times and twice ended up talking to an Indian who complimented me on my singing asking if I was trained and saying that I should do it professionally (he obviously didn't hear me sing That's Amore!)

Left at about 00.30, not that I really remember leaving and when I got home I shook n vacced and vacced the whole flat and did a load of washing and somehow managed to get to work for 09.00 without a hangover.

Sometimes the ability of my liver to cope amazes and worries me: except for my eyes and tongue its the only bit of my body ever to get any exercise but, God, after the amount of stick it gets, it must be fucking fit!