Work's annual staff picnic was this weekend, and involved a lot of drinking and a lot of eating. Paul came along and joined in, and a fair few people got just a little untidy, though nothing like last year.... Managing to pace myself for a change, Paul and I returned home, in order to prepare to go out again, in Brick Lane, where we stayed until 1.30am. Not content with 13 hours of fun, Rob, Paul and I jumped into a taxi and headed off to Canvas in King's Cross, where we carried on until leaving; me at a rather pathetic 3.30am, Rob and Paul at a slightly more respectable 4.45am. I'm a simple country lad, and unused to the ways of the city. I hurt.
Later on this afternoon I'm leaving work early to find a pirate costume for the weekend. All I really want is a mug of cocoa, a warm bath and a good night's sleep...
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