Caffeine��must have caffeine. And biro lids might come in handy as well.
Why is it that I felt fine when I woke up this morning and now I am being reminded of the 5 double vodkas I drank last night?! Yes that�s right people, Cosmic led me astray on a school night again!
Seriously, it was soooo her fault. She was the one that told me not to bother with �any of that single rubbish�, and who am I to argue when the Cosmic one has spoken.
Anyway we went to a groovy little bar opposite St Paul�s Cathedral called the �Heeltap and Bumper�. For some reason though I decided to affectionately rename it �Heeltap and Bumhole�. Yes, its true�I am that low! It�s a quality that I am extremely proud of...the ability to lower conversation to gutter level. I digress though. Cos and I then spent about 4 hours talking continuously about...erm...stuff....and I managed to knock a glass over and project the contents over an unsuspecting couple sitting opposite us. (Luckily we couldn�t see their faces because there was a glass panel in between us but there was a gap of about 6 inches that meant I could successfully throw vodka at them - nice planning Mr Interior Designer!). I would guess that they weren�t very impressed by the speed with which he stuck a menu to the table to stop the vodka attacking him. I broke the glass too...whoops!
It wasn�t a particularly successful evening because as well as my vodka-throwing, glass smashing thing the damn cab driver ripped us off. He �claimed� that he was from South London and didn�t know where he was going but managed to get selective hearing when I was telling him the quick way to go but knew the long route. Being the suspicious type that I am (Detective Fish!) I started to wonder but when he navigated his way round Gants Hill roundabout without any direction from us...I knew. He was taking advantage of the Fishes. Damn him. Could I be arsed to argue with him...could I heck...I wanted food and that was far more important!!!
After that its pretty much a blur. I know we watched the end of Ally McBeal whilst eating toast and discussing whether Robert Downey Phwoargh looked out of it on drugs or not. (Detective Fish came out again!) I spoke to D for 13 minutes but have no recollection of what about, which is probably not good considering I talk complete and utter crap at the best of times!
So the result of our evening (for me) was this:
- Purse, considerably emptier than when I left work yesterday evening
- A broken glass
- At least 13 minutes of my life erased from my memory
- A raging headache kicking in
- A major caffeine dependency also kicking in. 2 cups of coffee hasn�t worked so I am off for Diet Coke now
- Oh and a 4am rendevous with Cos in the kitchen coz I had a mouth like a camels backside and she had been woken by some drunken singing person!
Right�I�m off to try and save myself�I think only Nurofen can save me now��