2nd September

Drunkenness has stolen me again, but only moderately. The guy retching in the toilet is my mate Burke. His and his girlfriend’s party has ended now, at the respectable time of 1.30pm

It had been planned that the journey from Leicester to Sheffield would fit in with a party here that he decided to have, during which I met his girlfriends sister, some local friends of theirs and my old friends Techie Jules and BJ. There were a variety of drinks on offer, none of which were very weak in ethanol rating.

I however took it reasonably steady I guess, compared to Craig, who has just finished retching, or whatever he was doing in the bathroom. Tomorrow it’s a short hop home and then back to Meadowhall, for the final week of oasis work ever. That’s for real this time.