My 30th birthday
started out in a sedate enough fashion; I went for a curry with my family. We went to the pub afterwards, and some of my mates turned up. Once my family had left, things quickly got considerably more refreshed. My mates and I went on to another pub, and eventually left at 0300 after a fun night of drinking, shouting and shape throwing. On the way back to my flat, we spotted a house party happening in a flat round the corner. Somehow we blagged our way in. We also somehow managed to steal find some Buckfast wine.

I have no idea how long we stayed at the party, or indeed how I got home. But I woke up on the floor of my living room fully clothed at 1130 the following morning; a status check of myself and my surroundings revealed that I had a pair of pliers in my back pocket and a claw hammer in my jacket, neither of which belonged to me. More worryingly, I had dried blood all over my hands.

To date, I have no idea what happened. I worry that I might have tortured a tramp.
(square go, Sat 26 Mar 2011, 0:34, 2 replies)

Give the cops a DNA sample. They may be able to help you piece the night together. They're good like that and really get a kick out of offering that sort of service.
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Sat 26 Mar 2011, 1:24, closed)

Judging by the UDIs I'd picked up I'm in no doubt that it was my blood. Still no clearer why I had the partial contents of someone's toolbox, though.
(square go, Sat 26 Mar 2011, 1:45, closed)