The stories you are about to read are true. Only the names have been changed to protect the guilty.
(an excerpt)
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At the table next to us was a raucous group of drama students, out celebrating their Christmas break.
‘I’m going to ask them for a cigarette,’ she said as she headed confidently over to their table.
I’m not sure if it was the jet lag, the wine, the cigarette, or (most likely) the concoction of all three, but when we glanced over just a few minutes later…
Deborah was dancing on the table with one of the guys!
We called it a night, and I offered her my arm to steady her as she staggered back to the house.
She’d hired a car in order to bring lots of art materials with her. As Colin unlocked the front door, I turned to see her popping open the boot, then begin unloading the contents. First up, a huge roll of canvas that sent her reeling backwards into the gutter.
‘I think you should unload the car in the morning?’ I suggested as I helped her to her feet and into the house.
Deborah wasn’t the last resident to accidentally get sozzled though. There have been plenty since. Let me tell you about Lisa, who was completely destroyed!
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