Went for a quiet drink with my friend with the aim of getting home and going to bed early. Fast forward 6 hours and I standing on the roof of a building overlooking Curtain Road, fucked.

Why does this always happe? I think it has something to do with the 3 pint rule. Up to 2 pints you can pull back; you're sober enough to go home with a clear conscious; you're in control. Past three and you just don't give a fuck anymore and all those plans get pissed away.

Must try harder.