Thursday, May 4, 2006

How many times

I see from the blog of a UK policeman that it's not only me who has concerns over the drunken use of consent. When you've spent your last few quid on the essential kebab and not the taxi-for-one you can make very poor decisions.

I see this every night I work and I can't really lay the blame, as others would suggest, at the door of the predatory/more sober/rich enough for a taxi home folk. The british way of pulling seems to be to drink until you make bad decisions and then regret them or enjoy them as the drunken haze fades to a throbbing ache and sobriety rears its ugly head.