I went to The Institute last night to see Rich Hughes' show. As usual I was mostly within grabbing distance of the bath of beer. Afterwards, there was a party at the old buff club which is just a few doors down from my old flat, where I continued to drink Guinness and gin until I could drink no more.

And then I walked home. Which is at least three miles through the town. My biological compass is faulty at the best of times but when I'm drunk I might as well use the I-Ching to navigate. So the usual scenario unfolded... I tried to avoid both people and having to make any decisions regarding direction at all costs. Predictably this led to me more or less following a bus route home. A sort of half-imaginary bus route that goes via a wide variety of insignificant and slightly dangerous places before getting anywhere near where I stay.