Friday Drinks

Oh fuck fuck fuck. Did I look like I was hammered when I left? Anybody? I had four glasses of red, three of them the large size. Drank it like beer. Fell into a crash barrier. 'Why not use it?' I thought, as a scraped my back wheel round the corner of a kerb, and keeling over into some ironwork, on Long Lane, about oooh a mile from the pub. Wobbled and overcompensated the rest of the way home. Almost threw whitey when I got home. Cue my beloved telling me I'm a prick for a) getting pissed and riding and b) saying I'd be home with a takeaway at half 8. I went straight to bed, at half nine. Woke up with a nasty nasty hangover.

FAIL.

I had no idea it would turn into such a big gathering. I blame all of you nice people.

I would blame wine if you usually have beer.

will anyone be in Brockley tomorrow? I would like to meet you people :)