on friday night, i found that when i drink too much i do the following things:

- press a lithuanian doorman for details on the minutae of life in the Soviet Union
- fall asleep in the toilet of the dalston jazz bar (awful place)
- find that all my friends have gone home without me
- become unable to find my coat
- in a near fit of anger, steal somebody else's coat
- wake up next morning to find various items in the pockets, including a google map print out with 7b "B****** Road pinpointed on it
- take coat to address, hasten to explain it was a "mistake" and recieve unmitigated gratefulness for my kindness and generosity