UDI's.....the blight of the modern drinking man or woman. Mrs JD gone away for the weekend so I bimble out and have a sesh only to wake up this morning with blood all over the pillow and sheets, my knuckles are scuffed to fuck somehow...now I know I didn't have a fight or anything so I venture downstairs to find a scene in the kitchen that can only be described as the retreat from Moscow with blood up the units and everywhere, half eaten scoff on the side, fridge open and merrily defrosting. It was my own mini version of that film 'The Hangover'. Haven't a clue what happened and no flashbacks as of yet. Anyone else care to venture their UDI escapades? If anyone saw me last night on the way home please help me fill in the massive blanks!!