Could you account for your movements while drunk?

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Not always.

Got a Christmas curry booked in the local pub/restaurant. Everybody was scratching their heads. How the feck did the landlord know we wanted a table for 8 on a Friday? Turns out I booked it last time I was in there. Absolutely no recollection whatsoever.
 
if you're capable of getting the last metro home then you're doing it wrong. Metro knocks off before the night's even properly kicked in man.
 
Been listening to some murder podcasts there and wondering what would happen if there was a local murder and you had to account for your movements while out on the lash. If you’re a blackout kinda drunk, then it could prove problematic.

For example, I left a pub in Newcastle on Saturday night at some point and ended up in port of call, but I’ve got absolutely no memory of leaving the pub, walking to the station or being on the metro. I just remember walking out of park lane station.
And having been on my own, there’s nobody to fill in the blanks. I also fell down some stairs about 3 hours later and banged my head but had no memory of that either until someone texted me next day and asked how my head was.

I’m used to it now and perfectly happy that I’m fully functioning and know exactly what I’m doing on a night out - I just forgot it the next day - but imagine trying to convince a detective of that. I suppose they see it all the time but how do you tell someone who’s genuine from someone who’s making it up to cover something up?
Got a sore bum?
 
The times I've woken up and looked at my phone for emails or texts I've sent at 2,3 4 o'clock and thick "oh shit!!!"

Uber invoices are always interesting as well as you try to figure out how the hell you ended up wherever it was they picked you up, who you were with and how much you spent. I only just got shredded a wedge of receipts from 'SRB Grill' totalling over £3,000 from 3 years back to remind me never to go out the night I got my bonus ever again.

The lightweights go home when they’ve “had enough”. The heavyweights don’t know the meaning of the phrase.
It's when you get the first tube/train/bus the next morning and think you've actually been good that night :lol:
 
I do that so often. I like to think the "safe" places are also places I'd think to look at when I went to retrieve things from their "safe" places, but it never seems to work that way. Currently I have lost a treasured photo, and I can't find it anywhere.


Did that myself - must have been thinking I'll be clever here and put it in a frame, but behind another photo - Only when went to change the frame a couple of years later found the missing one. Now scanned on my computer in case I have more bright ideas of where to stash the original photo.
 
I cant remember going back to my apartment last night, but I can ask Mrs later today because I have 12 mins facetime logged. :neutral:
 
I’ve knocked Vodka on the head, when I have that it’s not just small blanks I literally just wake up the next morning and don’t remember anything from when I started drinking it.
 
Used to wake up with all sorts of shite in my bedroom when I was younger, bundles of newspapers, Taxi headrests, my mates dog with no idea how

Went down Durham last weekend and saw the lovely Christmas decorations on the roundabout, just thought them fuckers wouldn’t be there back then

Me mother would have had them in the garden
 
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