Going to bed, not at the weekends!

So, this weekend was going to be a good drinking weekend what with it being the 26th birthday of Tons Of Fun.
 
One of the downsides is that I can´t actually remember going to bed at all this weekend…

 
Friday night we just got a few beers in and were going to watch all of the O.C. before the next series starts (i don´t care if you don´t like it – it´s ace so piss off) but ended up going down the Toby inn as well. Carried on drinking when we got back and can´t remember going to bed. One night down, two to go.
 
Next day was Tony´s birthday and the England v Wales match so we headed down the Rose n Crown to watch it. It was packed but it was a good game. Joe nipped down for a bit as well cos he was trying to get out of wedding dress shopping – good plan!
 
About 6pm we headed into town (it´s Monday and my brain is broken, but i can´t remember how we got into town…) for more beers. We went and got some lasagne then headed down to The Old Trip To Jarusalem which is a really good pub (go there – and stop complaining that you live 300 miles away from nottingham, the taxi number is 01159701701). We ended up on snakebite and black and strangely enough… I can´t remember going home. That´s two out of the way with.

 
Sunday was originally going to be a quiet day since Tinky Dick was doing "family stuff" and I had to get up early to let the BT engineer into the office. As it happened Screech rang up to see if we were going down the pub all afternoon. As the old saying goes: "Wellsy, when it comes to beer, you don´t HAVE willpower. Now go to the fridge and get a couple of cans of Fosters", so the three of us ended up in the White Hart about 4-ish (Clint was doing his washing…).
 
I can´t remember anything after the After Shock, let alone going home! I just woke up with this vague feeling of phoning this girl, and up – her number was in my "Dialed Numbers" list. Oops, not again…

 
Looks like its going to have to be a choice between drinking less or head cams. what do you reckon?