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My good friend used to drink serious when he worked for a The Times newspaper, he once went to a work party at a club and can't remember much after about 8 in the evening... The last time any of his work mates saw him was about 11ish when he got in a physical fight with 2 of the bouncers... He then got the tube back to mine and his place in North London, went to put the key in the door then remembered that we had moved out about a month ago, and that he now lived alone in South London... He went to a taxi stand and they said that it would be 50 quid, and he had to pay in advance, he goes and gets the money, goes back to the taxi rank, gives a fella th 50 and he says get in, I'll just be a minute...
He wakes up at 9:00 Friday morning still in the car still sitting on the street in North London, he has to be in work at 9:00, and he's still wearing his suit from the night before which is torn from being physically thrown out of the club and he's covered in bruises...
So he rings me, and I'm like "why you ringing me, what you gonna do?" He's all like "Fuck knows, I'm panicking and I just thought I'd ring you too see if you could think up any ideas"
In the end he fessed up and told the truth about why he was gonna be so late... That shit went round the office like a wildfire, people who didn't even know him would be like "Oh you're that Tony, remebered where you live yet?" when they met him...
please say you really did that 