Last night I arranged to meet a mate of mine for a bevvy this evening.
This afternoon, I was a bit bored, so I popped out for a pint at lunchtime. Which became two.
Later, I was waiting for the bus. It was going to be a long wait. I was nippy. Another pint.
We met up. Smashing evening. Six pints.
I walked towards the bus stop up the hill (Kirkdale in Sydenham for those who know it). The bus went past me. I thought, "oh, crap, now I have to wait another 20 mins".
It stopped about 120m up the hill. I thought, 'why not"? So, despite the kecks I had on nipping into me, I sped off up the hill.
I caught it. I bloody well caught it. About 14 seconds worth of sprinting, uphill. Not bad for a 51 year old.
I'll feel it in the morning though. A proper nine pint hangover, with the addition of knackered hamstrings.