Never, in the field of drinkdom, was so much drunk, by so few. Man Whore - two litres of Brandy. Good Surrey effort. Snakey - about fifteen pints and a litre of Vodka. Mrs TMR - two bottles of Baileys. And about eight pints. Me - dunno, probably an orange juice or two...
Suffice to say, everyone today is battered. From full-on rugby tackling In the bar (I took Man Whore out - all nineteen stone of him) to games of knuckles, arm-wrestling (Man Whore won, easily) who can do the longest headstand contests and generally arsing about. We are all now about five pints under and conversation is muted. Siesta looks likely.
Apparently we all went to bed about four thirty this morning.
I am FAR too old for this caper...