Now the only issue with this is that I have no idea what happened. I woke up on the sofa fully dressed and lying on a letter asking me to go to jury duty.
Having read these books growing up here is the Fighting Fantasy version of what happened.
Option one.
Had a couple of drinks, literally only a couple, and had a jolly good evening. Was pleasent to everyone that I came into contact with. Got in to a nice and pleasant conversation with a pretty girl, who I had a lot in common with and we enjoyed each others company. Walked around very stable with my friend and we made new friends at every turn. Got on to the dance floor and had a very jovial time, not knowing the songs meant that I had to take the mickey and fun was had by all. Left the club and got something to eat. Then got a taxi home, which I was happy with the service and paid in full straight away not wanting to upset the driver. Had a very interesting conversation and got to learn about the driver as a person. Got home nice and easily, walked in found the letter asking for jury duty and passed out from the shock.
Option Two.
Had a couple of drinks to start with. But when I got the the club found out that shots and bottle beer was £1, so walked around the club clutching 3-4 bottles at a time, giving nasty glances to anyone that came near me (they may or may not have been after my beer). Tried to get into a conversation with a girl (I hope it was a girl) but after 30 seconds of me slurring all my words apart from "Breasts" and "Me likey" she walks away leaving me talking to a fire extinguisher. The girl/fire extinguisher wasn't the conversationist I was after so staggered from floor to floor occasionally falling over and laughing at myself for it. Went to the bar for more drinks, not that i needed it. Shouted at random people at every available turn. Got on to the dancefloor and made it apparant to all and sundry that I was some kind of drunk epileptic spaccer. Left the club before I was kicked out and fell into a kebab shop. Hurled abuse at the people serving and demanded "MEAT". Ate my food like some kind of drunk epileptic spaccer that hasn't seen food for about a year. Hailed down a taxi by shouting. One came up with flashing lights. After a good long look at them finally worked out "Hang on..........whoah whoah........slow down. You're coppers". The police, rightfully so, forced me into a taxi and sent me on my way. After trying to explain where I am going to the driver I get bored and go to sleep. Some how he gets me home and I make it into my house without dying. I find the letter, can't read it to save my life so decide to have a nap before going upstairs to bed.
No idea which one is the truth, if you want to hazard a guess or even add you're own version then please comment. If you saw me and actually know what state I was in then please do NOT comment.
have a feeling it was very bad.
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Became possessed by the spirit of Baccus, the Roman god of wine?
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