So Swiss James has already gone on about Friday night at Bananas at the Shelter. I didn’t enjoy myself as much as previous times, it’s getting far too popular these days and you just couldn’t move in the place (full of disappointed Frenchies!)
The evening started well with dinner at a Xinjiang restaurant. We were fortunate enough to have an excellent view of the man a couple of tables away who threw up on the floor continuously for the entire duration of our dinner while his companion chain-smoked and looked pensive.
As per usual when myself, James, Woai, “John” et al are out I got pretty hammered and don’t remember leaving the club or getting home. I woke up late on Saturday with a headache and straight away H says “so you got very drunk last night then”, “errr yes, how do you know?”, then she picked up my jeans and said “can you explain how THIS happened??”:

