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Hungover just isnae the way to explain it!

It is currently 10 past 10 in the fookin morning, I am at work, and feel as drunk as I did when I went to bed The only problem is, I can't remember getting to fookin bed!

I remember looking at the clock at 6.00 this morning (when I should have just started work) then fook all.

The events leading up to this show of pure drunkeness go a little bit like this:

The last time I spoke to you all was yesterday morning when I had just finished work, Baldrick came to pick me up and we headed straight to a record fair in Northampton. Luckily enough Baldrick was paying, and I found a great Joy Division CD, which some of you may have, it's called "Remains" and is basically the stuff not included on Heart & Soul, so whenever I can be bothered I am gonna do a proper discography on tape and CD of all the JD sessions. I also got a great Clash CD "Street Rats" featuring loads of rare stuff and alternate takes of stuff like White Riot and Hammersmith Palais. Got the last 2 Charlatans Cd's to complete the collection (Between 10th & 11th and Up To Our Hips) from there we headed straight back to Corby, cos I was playing 5 a side footy with my Uncle John and his pals from work. BIG fuckin mistake!! after 10 minutes I was totally knackerado'd. I haven't done any training fer 2 years and it showed up quite badly (even if I scored a left foot volley, and nutmegged a guy and scored in the bottom corner ) we got fuckin annialated, personally I blame myself, I really was useless After footy, I headed to the bar with John and another pal John Oliff, had a few beers and decided to go out and paint the town red. Went to a pals birds 21st birthday party and had a few more beers, then me and Oliff decided we should go on to a nightclub, again, what a stupid idea (we had both sunk about 14 pints in the space of a few short hours) Can't really remember much about the nightclub except the odd flashback of me singing Like A Rolling Stone on the kareoke. Can't remember leaving the nightclub or who I went home with, all I recall is looking at the clock at 6 this morning and thinking FUCK WORK

How did your Saturday night go?

Originally posted by hibster that's two more than most people!

Nicos you surprise me, luckily enough that's the only one of her's I could remember......but the bastard thing always sticks in yer head after a great night! And yes, I was still a wee bit drunk, even though it was 10 in the morning

When I got back from work my wee cuz Steve told me I was a fucking disgrace, He found me sleeping in my room with all my clothes on, with Joy Division blaring......and downstairs I had New Order on the Record player.....now that's devotion;) I still have no idea how I got home or how I got to bed.....that's usually when you can tell ye've had a great night:D

Shelley, I agree with the last bit, there's bugger all worse than standing around waiting fer taxi's after a great night out. The trick is to get a pished as possible, then you won't remember getting home