After Sat night, I’m considering giving up drinking.  Not completely, but just giving up the drinking to excess part.  I’m getting old at 23… the last few hangovers have not been worth the night out. Got dragged out on Saturday by my sister, who gave me 10 minutes to eat and get changed.  Managed to eat about half a meal which would explain why I got so wasted.  I was ok until the point that we realised that if you asked the DJ for a shoutout for someone’s birthday, you got a free bottle of what can only be described as ersatz champagne.  We got found out on the 4th bottle, after which I’d already drunk 2 on my own…. the rest is a little hazy… I stumbled about the club talking bollocks for a couple of hours… vaguely remember getting imprisoned in a the kebab shop as they refused to let you leave with your food, and the female bouncer telling me that my attempt to hide my (still wrapped) food and escape was “the worst attempt she’d ever seen”… woke up the next day feeling like absolute shit, and spent all day in front of the TV… weird how when you’re sober, every person who’s wasted acts like a twat, but when you’re that person, you’re the coolest guy in the place stumbling about in a sea of smiling faces…