like a
all night. afterwards i went to the ten bells over the road with some folks to raise a glass for jack the rippers victims (they drank in there apparently - spooky). anyway, we had quite a few
and by the time the pub closed i was quite
and tired and refused my friends kind offer of a quick dooby back at theirs and instead staggered off to liverpoool st station to catch a train back to enfield town thinking i'll be home in about 3/4 of an hour - so far so good. when i got on the train at 11.30 i thought i'll just rest me eyelids for a bit.... next thing i know, i'm getting woken up by a train inspector telling me that its 1.30am and the trains at it's last stop, "
, where the
am i?" asks me, "liverpool st" says he, "
, i've been to enfield and back here twice!" says me. bleary eyed, i wandered out of the station and found the the nearest night bus stop and realized that i was gonna have to catch about 2/3 buses to get back to enfield and that i was going to get a grand tour of london in the process, "
!" thinks me. anyway, i finally got home at about 3.30am and climbed into bed with my girlfriend whose first question was "where the
have you been?", "don't ask" says me before resting me eyelids again.
for reading my ramble 
sum ov the fings that shood 'ave been dun 'aven't, and sum ov the fings that shoodnt 'ave been dun 'ave

have a hug!

Here you would have had to walk. Trains and buses dont run that late. Is it the Truth?
Is it Fair to all concerned?
Will it build Goodwill and Better Friendships?
Will it be Beneficial to all concerned?
Im in a lonely battle with the world with a fish to match the chip on my shoulder. Gnu in Binnu in a cnu
, passed out people that can't be woken, that have probably missed their stop... I used to be indecisive, but I'm not so sure now.....