Well, it is the Monday after the Friday before. As mentioned in my previous post I was off out to a corporate drinking event. Unfortunately, poor little Nelson made a bit of a fool of himself. I was sooo drunk. I still have a hangover now. The last time I was that drunk was the New Year’s Eve when I forgot my name and where I lived.
I did not sing but I managed to fall onto a table of Champaign glasses and bottles, dislodged the cheese table and told the CEO what a fat bully she is. I am presently sat at my desk suffering from crushing paranoia.
I did manage to get home in one piece, with just a few bruises and no hospital visit, which is a relief. However, I was sans my favourite jacket and my wallet. What happened to these items? I certainly do not have the vaguest idea.
Did I leave without them? It was so cold I am rather surprised. Were they stolen in the venue? I have a habit of being robbed. Did I go somewhere else and leave them there? Did I give them to some freezing homeless person?
There is no point in asking me these questions because I just do not know. I can only begin to wonder what I did and what I said to people. Message to self: “Don’t be such a drunken idiot!” At least I still had my shoes and trousers, unlike last time.
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Remember that time in Afghanistan when we drank some of that porridgey stuff some nomads offered us and all your pubic hair fell out?
Ah, memories.
If I recall correctly, I didn’t see you until the next day and you were wearing flippers.
I remember very little of your time in Afghanistan - except the loss of both public and private hair. Not something that goes unnoticed.