Oh dear my alter ego the Stuntbastard was out again in full force, friday night went as follows:

Finished work, got in satans for about 11:00, had a few quiet bevvy's.
someone suggested vodka and orange.

I remember talking to some people but not what I said to them.

we got the bus home( about 8 of us) and it all went wrong, my mate dared me to Vault from one car roof to another in some kind of car mechanics on the main rd, as soon as i was on the roof the police pulled up,
I did a runner round the corner while another mate gave them some abuse and they went?????
we then decided to try to climb a church roof, my mate fell off in slow mo and was miraculasly (sp?) unhurt.
we then walked home half on the pavement half on the roofs of cars untill we got home.

At some point during the above shennanigans I lost:
the keys to my house
my self respect
the ability to see right from wrong

I then spent the entirety of saturday (from 12:00 - 8:00pm
when I should have been in work

Alcohol is a bad drug kids

i'm gonna stick to weed