Basically a case of all day drinking. A flat mate who is Albanian is moving to London turns up with his mates here to help him move. We all go out playing pool and that. Decide to go into town clubbing (I`m 39 by the way) Get totally wasted, and lost by myself at one point, chatting up all sorts of attractive ladies in this really COOL place
. I ware a denim (sp!) jacket. We lose each other at one point, and I have to make my way home. The thing is I`ve lost my denim, and have some other tarts jacket! Cosmetics and money in the pockets; stinking of perfume. I`m really pissed off losing one of my best jackets, and all I get is this, which I can`t even fit into. I am so un professional!