God was I drunk that night. The George Abbott in Guildford's fault. I fancied lager and they only had Fosters and Stella so I ingeniously decided that watching the CL final and swilling endless pints of Stella was a good idea.
I can still recall the look on the Chinese woman's face at the chippy as I ordered. Not sure what she was more worried about, my ability to take my wallet out and pay or the likelihood that I was about to fall into the glass window behind me.