Now, Sunday is definitely the new Friday, and from what evidence we have of yesterday’s festival of drinking, we can be sure that fun was had. Here are the pieces of the puzzle that we have so far:
- No scarf, but a negligee keeping my neck warm (empty)
- Photos of a street cleaning lorry timestamped at 23:35 – over an hour after public house closing time
- A strange, but well lyriced Bloodhound Gang song going round my head (
- Ebola suspected as agent of putrefaction in my innards
- An inability to get out of bed for three hours after my alarm clock started chiming – curiously enough from downstairs
- Money in my wallet – most mysterious
- Complete inability to remember anything about getting home
- Missing lemon pie from kitchen
- Missing skin from knuckle of left hand
And Friday was quite similar, except I woke up with a new polysester tie around my neck. So Sunday = Friday only longer