One drink, me arse

I've found a great drinking parter who knows a thing or eight about cocktails.

We met for 'one' drink last night but it quickly turned into seven or eight... Or maybe nine.

Went to a pub where there were loads of we men sitting with guitars having a singsong. It would have been rude of us to have left early, so we stayed, and drank.

I'm paying for it today though. I must remember - I am not on holiday. This is real life.