Christopher Hamilton

A few of us went out for lunch yesterday to a new bar that’s opened near work. The food was pretty good, and the several beers were pretty good too. We had an extended lunch and didn’t get back into the office until about 3.30, at which point no-one really wanted to do much work.

Then at about 5pm we decided that we’d all had enough and headed out to the pub.

Several hours, two bars, and a whole lot of alcohol later I was staggering home, listening to my iPod, and singing quite loudly in accompaniment to whatever song come on. It must have been an interesting experience for anyone who could hear me.

I was aware how off key I was singing, and I was trashed, so I hate to think how bad it actually was. The novelty of one minute singing a James Morrison song and the next minute roaring out an old Metallica track had me laughing half the journey.

I was very drunk.

I think I got home around midnight, although it might have been a little earlier, I’m not really sure. I do know I talked some gibberish at my flatmate for five minutes before going to bed, and then getting back up to talk more gibberish

I woke up this morning and surprisingly wasn’t hung over, I was fantastically thirsty. Now though, it’s taken a few hours but I’m starting to feel a little crappy.

The coffee and copious amounts of water are going to keep me going for another hour or two until lunch, at which point I can have a decent meal and top up my alcohol stream.

I need to take care of a few work related things and then play some more Stick Cricket before then though.

Have a merry X-Mas and a drunktastic New Year