When in doubt, go to Soho

I went to a bash last night, it was a private party in soho where half the people were from a specific erm, group and the other half worked at a weekly woman's magazine. I knew a sizeable chunk of people there so I had a very pleasant time catching up with various friends and drinking rather too many cocktails in tall glasses.

After the band (a band that was huge in the 80s and who are having another go at the whole fame thing) had performed their set we stumbled out into the rain and went straight into another pub, one of the people I was with couldn't get served because he was so drunk. I can't say I approve of that, we British pride ourselves of drinking ourselves to ruin, and if a chap can't do it in Soho where can he? Luckily we were in Soho so we simply went into another bar and continued the destruction.

At some point we had some Chinese food and a healthy Guinness to round off the night, I made my way home but didn't have a terribly good nights sleep. I was rather ill, three times and ended up sitting in the front room looking out across the river because every time I got into bed it made me feel ill again.

So I ended up weathering the worst of the change from drunken headache to hangover awake and alone. Which actually turned out to be a bit of a blessing, I thought about a lot of things. I can't do anything about what is happening to my father but I can at least go and see him and sort out all of that.

Nothing like the crucible of alcohol to give you a bit of insight eh?