Went out 2 weeks ago with my civvy mates. Was acting all mature and everyone was saying how much I'd grown up, blah de blah. After half an hour my army mate walks in the pub, I knew I was going home to sirens as soon as he saw me and got me a triple JD 'n' coke. Knocked it back. Gets me another triple. Knock it back. Another triple. This when on, next thing I remember is waking up in a cell. Apparently this went on for about an hour until I was swinging at lamposts, threw my phone and camera smashing them, my mate asked me to talk to my granddad on his phone and I bit it f*cking the screen up, ending up in the middle of a road asleep. Paramedics wake up me, I attempt to swing at them miserably while laying on my back and swearing at them like a psycho. Police come to take me home, give them abuse. Got nicked. Haven't heard from the civvy mates since. F*ck knows how I got away with D&D and only 3 days guard!