Sunday brunch

I don't feel very well today. But i am happy to feel a bit crap today because yesterday was very very good. It was a friend's birthday and she booked a group of us in to the Savoy for Sunday brunch. It starts at 11.30 and goes on through to 3.00. There is a huge selection of very good food, unlimited champagne and orange juice and a live band. I ate too much and put away a fair bit of champagne. It is difficult to know how much champagne because as soon as you drank an inch of it, a waiter would be on hand to fill it back up again. We then went to the Coal Hole, a nice pub around the corner from the Savoy and on to karaoke box for a few hours of karaoke to finish the evening off nicely.

My flat mate also came along and was not able to make the most of the food and drink as he had gone to a party the night before and wasn't feeling 100%. I got woken up at about 2.30 on Sunday morning by banging coming from the front door. I went out to the living room to find him trying to break in by ineffectually trying to get his hand through a small open window, whilst precariously perching on the railing of the stairs. It didn't look very safe. He had left his jacket and keys at the party so rather than call me, drunkenly breaking in was his chosen method of entry. He had no memory of the incident the next day and also woke up a few hours later on the settee in his pants and wrapped in a towel. He has no idea why chose the settee over his own bed.