nah just the London one, when I was still a full blown alkie - I was fucking slaughtered lol, I certainly didn't do myself any favours by going - in fact I wasn't, until Geezer got lost on the M25 when coming to meet me in the pub before he went. By that time I'd been drinking 8 or 9 hours, and got roped into it by him and my then bird. I also got nicked for getting in later than my 9pm electronic tag curfew - not the best day I've ever had
Still, got to meet JT, who is a diamond
Oh, and was there, albeit completely oblivious to, when markham shit his pants and dropped his bottle of wine when Geezer walked in.
True story: markham needed to use the khazi, and as he went past us, put both hands on my bird's shoulders as he 'excused' himself for 'squeezing' past - even though there was more than enough room. She asked me who the creepy old guy was who touched her for no reason.