I may have sexually assaulted a quadriplegic
Tourette's has, in turn, reminded me ...

A boozy weekend in Dublin a few years ago with a (platonic) male friend.

After doing the inevitable Guinness factory tour, and imbibing an inevitably large quantity of booze we hit inevitably* Temple Bar.

A long night of boozing commenced, ending up in some awful touristy nightclub which booted us out at about 4am.

After sleeping the majority of that off back at the hotel we met up for Sunday lunch ... it was at that point that the mist started clear, and my memories of the previous night returned.

I had to ask whether I had, in fact, been on the dancefloor in said club gyrating at a younger version of Stephen Hawking who could do very little about it all, or if it was just a bad dream.

No, that was me.


_{*ok, I'll stop...}
(Penguins_Made_Me_Do_It is a dolt ... and she don't care, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 16:26, 2 replies)

Buskers or Boomerang?
Hellholes but good craic when you're wasted.
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 16:30, closed)

Can't remember!
I've definitely repressed the memory ... I remember a lot of neon and a slightly raised dancefloor. And cocktails. There were lots of cocktails.
(Penguins_Made_Me_Do_It is a dolt ... and she don't care, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 16:31, closed)