Horribly drunk
I got horribly drunk after work on Friday. I mean I got drunk in a horrible way. I’m tempted to claim I have no idea how it happened, but I’m fairly sure it was the guzzling of red wine, pints of Stella and whiskey that did it. I was only in the pub for a few hours, but already I was in a drink-spilling, big-gobbed, people-upsetting state of drunkenness. How embarrassing. I was supposed to go and meet some friends in another part of London, but as soon as I left the Hobgoblin in Angel I realised what a mess I was in and thankfully didn’t carry on drinking.
The hangover on Saturday finally made me realise I’ve been boozing far too much this week. A glance at the kitchen window sill confirmed it. It happens sometimes, but probably time to give the booze a miss for a bit.
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It waz the Jamesons wot done it.