Day 349. Seriously? You're writing in this state? (15/12/13)

There was a clamour (I say a clamour, it wasn't really a clamour as such it was more that Col Jones asked me if I was going to go through with it) that I do another one of these whilst clearly arseholed.

So here I am, clearly arseholed and doing another one of these. I make this the third drunk blog (after Mat Novelli's leaving do and the one from a road in the middle of conference shortly before I hit st Paul's in a slowly swaying, Jesus Christ you're good you aren't you? sort if manner) this one is cruelly getting really difficult s I appear to have been poisoned with large quantities of Jagermeister and red bull.

People kept buying me Jagerbombs. So I kept drinking them. I have a feeling I may regret these tomorrow morning when I'm in work. I'm regretting it at the moment because I've inadvertently switched on 'Sweat The Small Stuff' on BBC3. Helen Flanagan is reciting 'Pi' to 15 decimal points. James Arthur's face is melting. I may be imagining this, I'm genuinely nit sure.

(The spelling is going to hell and this is the worst thing I've ever seen on telly)

It wasn't a leaving do as such, it was a Christmas night out arranged to compensate for the fact that we were/are closing down; as soon as the news became official there was a cafe/bar booked with the express intenetion of (and let's be candid about this) hpgetting absolutely twatted.

Which I certainly have.

There was a meal. I missed it because I was at the Bunnymen gig (magnificent thanks, tell you about it when I sober up later) and then we needed up in a bad (actually quite good) metal bar in Wood Satreet and, having put Tom in a cab home (he's working for me, he gets to come out but there's no way he's old enough to get into a pub) there were only the 'grown ups' left so we could start some serious drinking.

And now here I am with a cup of tea, trying to sober up a bit before going to bed, watching shite TV at 3.10 am knowing that I'm up in less than five hours to go and pick up my car a pond drive to work to start the whole bloody thing off yet again.

There are no pracetomol left in the house for the morning. This could get messy. Night.

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