Gannin straight to graft from the afters

That it? If you'd been spiked I might have been impressed.

average night on the drink really

I done it a few times.

The best was after a rediculous Wednesday night session. Went into work on the Thursday felt like shit and was walking round like a zombie. I threw up in my bin at work and when was asked what was wrong with me i told my boss i'd been sholder barged into a wall and hit my head off it playing footy the night before.

She ended up sticking me in a taxi to the hospital paid for my work thinking i had concussion. She asked if i was ok to go in on my own and i said yes so she got the taxi back to work leaving me a 45 min walk home feeling like death.

Still it got me two days off due to "concussion"

when i worked in washington's finest (the ranch) graft was the afters, used to work friday night, lock in until 11am saturday, re-bottle the bars up for the sat night, go home totally wired, get changed and back to graft for 3pm, used to do it all again on the saturday/sunday, the cleaners seen some sorry states at 7am saturday and sunday!! I would work my full time job monday - fridayaswell, how on earth I managed it with the cocktail of things we used to have i dont know! the joys of being 16, living with the parents and having no commitments i suppose.

10 years on and I have to be home by 2am or i cant function for a week!

Ive done it a few times, most memorable was after seeing Harry choo choo at the empire then going to a party, realising it was nearly 7 o'clock in the morning and I had to work, went home and set my alarm clock for 15 mins fart got up and went in, bad bad idea.

I might have to do it in a couple of weeks if I bite the bullet and go to Habit as I have to work the sat after.

I cant do it me like as i work with my dad and well his constant barrage of qustions of why i look like i've just fell of the set of fear & loathing is just far to much for me to handle even tho i know in years gone past he's done more gear then i can possibly think of he just blaitanly knows the tell tail signs of a good party.

When I worked for Royal Mail I used to do it almost every weekend, go to work straight from clubbing after a few cowies.
It was never good but it had to be done!

i used to do it when promise was on all the time when i was 18-19, get battered then head back home for about 5 in the morning get a shower then drive to a full saturday shift at asda. stopped doing it when they put me on the rotiserie and had to cook chickens in a 200degree oven and thought on several occasions that i was gonna pass out and die. cant do it at all now need a full day to recover nowadays.

Back in my scumbag days I went to The New Monkey, full of Cowies aged 15 then straight to a job at Darras Hall with a bloke I worked for as a labourer on weekends whilst still at school... I ended up on the floor sweeping rubbish up from under the kitchen appliances only to fall asleep in the process haha, to say he was less than impressed is a massive understatement, the bloke was 6 foot 5 & about 20 stone, fucking shit myself as he threw a hammer across the room at me. Twat!

I used to have a photo of you crying after a line of ket but its gone

hahaha mate that is horrible 17 years old

I used to enjoy our 9am post sesh heart to hearts: "All I want is a nice beach and a cold beer, I'm sick of drugs"

HAHAHA until the next weekend. To be fair the limits were pushed.