It's probably been done many many times before, but it's quiet on here for some reason, and it's far too cold to go the pub, so, here's mine, what was yours....? Aldershot, Jan 1990. After returning early from leave due to a huge row with the chick, I went on the lash. First booking into the salubrious George (20 quid a night for B and B, classy for The 'Shot) I then went to, in turn, The Alex, The Queens, The Traf, The Pegasus, The George, 5's, back to The George to get some more beer tokens and back to 5's. It was a bit hazy after that... apparently I made it to The Exchange and The MIGHTY RatPit, but I have no memory of these events. I woke up, shivering with alcohol poisoning on the floor of my room in the block at 4am and walked back to the George where I woke the landlord, climbed in my bed and stayed there for the day. I did it all again, without the alcohol poisoning, for the next few days. I couldn't manage one night of it now, but my god, it was great to do that then. Drinking, drunk dancing, and trying to trap the deeply unimpressed womenfolk of Aldershot. It beats staying in and playing PSX Wee Box.