Oliver Twisted

To thanks my bestie for 'cat-sitting' George whilst I was away we went out for pizza and a show when I got back.

The Shitfaced Showtime Company did not disappoint and the poor guy who had downed a couple of bottles of wine prior to going on was a right mess. Slurring, fluffing lines and corpsing all over the place. So funny.

I was unpredictably sick on the journey home. A couple of quick dashes from tube to station toilets which were either locked or blocked by unhelpful staff. My sweaty green face must have swayed it each time for them. Felt fine when I got home. Blaming the pizza.

Good night out though.