So anyway, last night while I was very very drunk for some reason I decided to get a cab home. I NEVER get cabs because I am wise in the ways of the night bus, and I can't afford them, so I have no idea what possessed me, and I do not actually remember being in the cab and only know that I did get one because chiller told me that apparently after I got home I tottered round the hallway for a bit saying "cab! Cab!" and giggling. And now I have just had an email from Justin saying:
"This means you also made it home in that cab. Another success. Since your parting words were, ‘Am I waiting for you to get in the cab? Where are we going?’"
HOLY SHIT. It's a miracle I am not dead.
Lucky it was only a cab from Peckham to Catford. In the state I was in last night I would not have put it past me to get a cab to Glasgow.