Truly Unbelievable..

For the 2nd night out in a row, I was left looking after the one who couldn't handle his drink. I will let him off because it was his 18th birthday party, and we all know what it's like to be in that situation. This time, it was slightly more serious, me being the only one who knew what they were doing, my mate was in a fair bit of trouble and I had to somehow get him home and also find a way I could get home myself...

The story starts 90 minutes before I went home.. I knew my friend had had too much.. I was prepared to play the role of 'doctor' once more and was ready for the trouble, had all the conversations in my head to keep this guy above water.. I was ready. However, this being Milton Keynes and not Bedford, things were slightly different. One being I couldn't really walk home from MK like I can from Bedford. This was the least of my worries though. My friend was in fairly serious trouble, being sick consistently, once all over me and my posh shoes and I truly didn't know what to do. I seeked help by text and just about got through it before his slightly more sober mates, yet still drunk, came out to give me a hand and they did the rest. They got the train home in the end.... wierdos.

So... I had no paraletic friend to deal with. One problem over. However, it then dawned on me that I was 15 miles away from home with no money for a taxi, train, tram, helicopter or any other form of transport to get home. I was shivering like an Arctic Explorer and it was 3 o clock in the morning... I was screwed. I was literally starting to think of places I could kip for the night.. The money in my bank account had not been cleared yet so I was unable to withdraw any.. Have I mentioned? I was screwed..

In sheer desperation, I tried the cash machine once more. "Please God, let me have some money. I just want to get home". I pressed the £20 button, thinking the same old "inadequate funds" message would appear, but wait, my card was taken and there was £20 hanging out. YES! There is a God! I had some money to not just get a cab but to get a Subway as well! So I bought my customary Subway Melt and made my way to the nearest cab. "How much to Bedford please pal?" ... "40 quid.." ... How much?! I still maintain it was daylight robbery at night time, but what choice did I have? The "mate" who had promised a lift home had never turned up in the first place so I was left with no other alternative. I went to the cash machine to press the £20 button again and 20 more quid hanged out the machine. I was furious, but I wanted to go home..

I gave the cabbie the £40 - he had wanted it up front the scheming, thieving bastard and we made our way home.. Again, like most cabbies, he spoke too much and I just about made it home, £40 out of pocket. I don't have that sort of money to blow at the moment! I am still furious.. But if I hadn't of done that, I would still be there now, suffering from hypothermia and sleeping rough.

Aswell as being sick on, giving a cabbie a stupid amount of dosh and dealing with a fair few drunk people I hardly knew, I witnessed one of the most incredible sights I will ever see. A drunkenly fight had broken out. Guys were beating this one helpless girl to death with dogs and clubs. It was disgusting. Police turned up but my guess is that they were too late.. It was truly horrific. I didn't hang around to see the end result as I just wanted to leave.. I knew I should never have gone in the first place..

So, what was turning out to be a very decent night celebrating a classic mate on his 18th birthday, turned into what I can only describe as a nightmare. I would not wish what I had to witness and experience tonight on my worst enemy, and I truly mean that. It has left me with a bad image of MK and it will take a lot of guts for me to go on a night out there again.. I don't blame the mate I helped. It was his first night out, and we've all been there.. It was the sequence of events that really upset me and how a good night, very very quickly turned into a bad one..

I'd much rather be the one being sick and not being able to cope with the alcohol. At least then you would only be worrying about yourself and not everyone else. And not remember exactly what you witnessed the night before. I've started crying. It really was that bad. If you are reading this JD, for some reason, don't blame yourself. It was my fault for even putting myself in the situation where it was possible for me to not get home. It won't be happening again for a while. I'll stick to Bedford. It may be useless, but boy, it sure as hell is much safer.