Day 3 - The End

I awoke that day just like any other, a scratch of the gooch, recognition of the slight morning glory due to pressure on the prostate from a full bladder and a ruffle of the bed hair making sure enough wax was left to make myself presentable for the obligatory trip to the ablution blocks. I gave Chesty a quick kiss good morning as she began her morning ritual of thawing out and I donned by jacket and went to the toilet. It seemed like any other day at Oktoberfest (I know there had only been two previous to that but I settle quite quickly) but little did I know that today would be the day that something that I have always feared but never come across, would rear its ugly head.

And this is my last recollection of today. After 6 Red Bull Vodkas, 10 steins of beer and 10 shots of schnapps my mind gave in and said I can't be assed remembering any of this I might pass out now and put Luke on autopilot. Apparently this is what I was up to.