After a tense 20 minutes, a lull ensues & my brimming bladder & I Usain Bolt it to the relative safety of the bathroom. I do the quickest of turnarounds my hangover allows, which is really not that fast, (mainly because it involves an unflushable gin poo) & before long I am on my merry…
Tag: leaving do london
2. F&F Forever
The next day I wake up in my Airbnb with a banging headache, paralysed with fear, unable to move. I had booked the cheapest room I could get my hands on, not wanting to impart any of my drunken emotional antics on any real friends. However, lying there between stained bed sheets, listening to loud,…
1. Fond Farewells
My notice period passes by slowly apart from one night on my way to dinner in Shoreditch when the roof of my convertible got stuck at a 45 degree angle, whilst attempting to make the most of some dwindling sunlight on the A40… & I had to drive 5mph all the way from Euston, with…