I've surprised myself, once again, at how my brain works. In short, it doesn't.
I see an opportunity to watch a nice football game at the pub with a few friends, fine, great even. Because it's a special occasion, I agree with my wife that it's OK if I go out for a few beers after the game with my friends, just to catch the other matches, fine, great.
So why is it that I went utterly mental?
I can't remember much past about 6 in the evening. I have a vague recollection of a guy called 'Rico' tagging along with us from the first pub, something about ending up in another pub 'after hours' and waking up at home with my shirt on in bed - but other than that, nothing.
Never again (well, until Thursday).
