Anyone ever bought anything when completely twatted? It's an absolute menace. Last night, after a few cheeky ciders with some fun people, I discovered that WHSmith at Victoria station was open. Leaving a shop open at midnight struck me as slightly bizarre, so I popped in an promptly spent Â£15 on books. I clearly wouldn't have done this while sober. Damn you WHSmith, damn you to hell.
So. Erm. Anyone ever bought anything silly when drunk, apart from more alcohol or a ride on one of those crazy buggy things in Soho? They don't count. They're fun.