Fair point there was more then a little bit of puking on the train home from Brighton. I blame this all entirely on the silly little welsh bitch of a barmaid at the other Queens Head. Initially I wasn't going to say anything because she's just a young girl down from the valleys. Then I had to walk a mile and half home literally caked in my own vomit so now I'm rather keen to see her face burnt from the history from the planet.
Apart from that it's been quite a good night out and if you use public transport I've found rather a good way to grauntee a carriage all to yourself.
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