I'm going to say it just the once; I'm never drinking again.
I went out last to Floridita in Soho with work for an accounts do. Service was so slow to start off with that I thought I might manage to make it to midnight sober. Alas. It was fairly cool if a little quiet (in a bad way).
Several people got way more drunk than me so woo... I did not embarrass myself.
Had to wander home down Old Compton Street. Within seconds two teenage hustlers had cornered me, they couldn't have been 16 yet, looking for work. I gave them my newly developed "Leave me alone smile" which is a normal smile with just the right amount of "If you don't back off I'll tear out your throat with these teeth" added to it. It worked a charm.
It was also good at clearing my way through the yobs who were noisily making a nuisance of themselves all the way down Charing Cross road. When I used to come up to London from home I must have worn ruby tinted glasses... I never used to see this much scum back then. Nowadays London seems to be populated by idiots who shout and sing badly. If they were doing it in a pleasant happy way I wouldn't mind, but they tend to be shouting threats of murder and singing about acts of violence against the guys walking in front of them. Joy.
Today I work up with a lovely headache and caught the train with our neighbour Melissa. She spent the whole journey telling me how bad I looked. :)