I'm never drinking again...

...I hate it when people say that, because you know for a fact they will, but the way I'm feeling now, this very second, I agree - Never again is a little extreme perhaps, I am not going to drink for the rest of January! I have never never never felt this wretched in my life! Actually there was this one time when I was 17 and ended up going clubbing in Basildon, that wasn't a particular high point but I digress.

Martin, Rich and I went out last night. Looking back now the night didn't start off particularly well, we popped open the bubbly here at the Penthouse(tm), I put the disco lights on, put on a bit of "tune-age", so far so good...After a glass of fizz we then thought, no actually Rich thought, it would be a great idea to make a cocktail, to be precise Cava, Bulmers Cider and Absolut raspberry vodka, we called it Absolut Bull-something or other, I forget. Slightly merry by this point.

We left the flat, got the bus down Kilburn High Road and went to the Westbury, lovely venue, not been before. We stayed about an hour, we had a chat with Andrew (we were there for his birthday) had a bit of a dance, had a shot of jaegemeister, oh yes! shots - WHY?! Rich hadn't finished his glass of wine so smuggled it out the bar (come on we've all done it) We got the train from Kilburn High Road to Euston, en-route we went into drunk uni student mode and thought it would be clever to do some train gymnastics, like you do! I am ashamed! What's the point in banning alcohol on public transport when you just get morons (us included here) tanking themselves up before they board? I'd like to point out that we were the only people in our carriage...OK that doesn't really make it any better does it?

At Euston we got the nothern line to Camden Town, making a bee-line for our chosen venue of the evening "The Black Cap" I always think it should be called the black cat, but it isn't. Whilst here, yes you've guess it, we has a few more to drink, I think we were onto Rum and Coke by this point..I really didn't need anymore.

I nearly had a fight with this disgusting looking man, he helped himself to my drink, no he actually did, he poured half of my drink into his glass, in hindsight he was probably doing me a favour...I politely ask him not to steal my drink, he denied it of course and started to walk over, Britney's Womanizer kicked in and I was outta-there. I must have slipped into my alter-ego (international popstar) at some point as I thought I would take centre stage to dance...on my own! Martin suggested we leave when my colour drained and I was just stood up there swaying drink in hand. I don't think we even said bye to Rich, I do that, I have a tendency to just leave...I'm not proud.

Amazing! I can't remember her name, I can't remember her act but amazing!

After stumbling up and down the road Martin and I managed to hail a taxi, a short journey later we got home and I fell fully dressed into my bed at about 2.30 this morning...Martin went to get some greasy "chicken cottage" or something equally as gross, I went straight to sleep.

I haven't been able to leave the flat all day, every time I stand up I feel sick and considering I've actually been sick three times I don't want to risk it - instead I've but the SOS out to my flatmate Jo and I'm hoping she returns with supplies soon!

I decided to blog about the episode, not because I'm proud, I'm really not, but for the following reasons. Firstly this will stay online and act as a reminder that I have wasted a whole day and secondly I now have witnesses that can remind me of my new coven - thou shalt not drinketh in the month of January.