The Afternoon After the Night Before

Oh dear, Friday night. In what had been dubbed 'The End of Ellie Goulding's Tour', I feared that my now famous lack of money, plus the fact that I had to be at work the next day, may mean a quiet night in terms of antics and ridiculousness. I should really know by now, that rarely a night out goes by without a massive amount of insane acts, (obviously caught on camera), being... acted.

This time, we met at Beddoe's for a rather quiet pre-drinks in where Mother Beddoe showed off her Rod Stewart trousers, much to the embarrassment of her son! Father Beddoe had long hobbled upstairs on his crutches, but she left us to it after a while and after a couple of JD and diet coke's and vodka and oranges with bits in, we left Kettle behind, (much to our dismay), and went on our way. I was a little bit tipsy, as were some of the others, and I was determined to forget about work for the night, and just enjoy myself.

Once again, after a few drinks were inside me, I seemed to forget that I was alive at all, let alone had work the next day. Seeing as I knew the guy behind the bar, I decided to show off a little bit and order 4 of the 12 Jaegerbombs that I had last night, which set me on the road. I decided to go for the, "Lets Go Mental" approach, without going as far as I had done in previous times, and by the time we left Chameleon, I was already stumbling and was pleasently drunk, followed not far behind by Beddoe and Trainee Waster Goulding! After sharing a 'Scrubs Vanilla Bear' moment with Ashley Field, who works at Embassy, we made our way to Saints. Incidentally, you know you go out too much when you get to know the people working at these places, personally.

What happened in Saints, (THE Bedford night club, apparently), was nothing short of incredible. I have yet to see the photos, but when they do turn up, I imagine them to be rather embarrassing, not just for me, but for many people. I blame Billie, as she was wreaking havoc with her camera, and I feel sorry for the camera as it must have felt violated to take pictures of what was nothing short of a free-for-all. Oh dear.

I think I got a taxi home at around the 3am mark, trying desperately to not be sick as we were driving home, and although the usual schedule means a bit of light-hearted, drunken facebooking after a night out, I simply set my alarm for 1.15pm, and collapsed, fully clothed, on my bed.

The next thing I knew, the incredibly loud and annoying alarm was wailing and I had to get up for what was going to be the longest and most painful shift of my life. For some reason, I had gone around telling people I had to be at work for 6am the night before, but luckily, this was not the case. Today's shift was as slow as the car I had to sit behind on my journey. Impossibly slow, and when the clock said 5.30, I thought I was going home already. And I wasn't even half way through! Sigh...

Same again tomorrow. Think of the money..