The coach arrived back fairly
late in the evening; which meant that the Member’s bar was quite deserted. Most
attendees would have either gone off to explore the local venues or find food
or shelter, which just meant that just a handful of diehards were present along
with latecomers and other trip attendees. I got myself a glass and tokens and picked
out a low gravity bitter to try which had a soothing and steady effect. There
were a few familiar faces to say hello to; but all were heavily engaged in
conversation and I barely got a nod of recognition. After managing two more
beers I decided to call it a night and returned my glass; but strangely I don’t
remember any more. I somehow woke up the following morning with a sickness bug
on my mattress while fully dressed. There was also a very strange smell on my
trainers; and I’m still unsure whether I had a light retching or I stepped in
something on the way back. Reports from witnesses the following day state that I
was “a bit wobbly”.
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