Gosh darn it!
The bar we were in had a 2 for 1 deal on French Martinis (which are DELICIOUS by the way, but surprisingly potent), and I drank, oh at least, well, definitely more than one anyway.
Okay, I had approx 4 or 5 of these little glasses full of heaven before I lost count. Then I had a malibu and pineapple, because it was raining outside and malibu makes me feel like I'm on holiday.
Still, I managed to leave the pub at 10pm, despite the cries of 'piker!' and 'you dag!' from my Australian colleague who's leaving do it was, and was home by 10.45. For some reason I was clutching a sausage supper, which I normally wouldn't buy but last night it was tasteeee! Thankfully I woke up today with only a bit of a headache, and felt fine after a couple of paracetamol and a half gallon of cloudy apple juice (my not-so-secret secret hangover cure)