Tickets, Money, Passport?

So I recovered from my hangover with the tried and tested hair of the dog. Arrived at the pub saying it was very unlikely I'd stay long and that if I hadn't had a seat I would probably have left straightaway.

Fast forward to 3am and I'm standing in the Kebab shop on the corner ordering a 'chicken roll' which turns out to be a soggy bun that I am trying very hard not to recall because it was gross.

There's a lesson to us all in there somewhere.

Labels: drinking, kebab