Last night was frankly carnage. I cannot remember how on earth I got home, but I'm assuming it was by bus, having found my Oyster card shoved into one of my blazer pockets. I had earlier prophesied that if I ever got plastered I'd have to rely on some kind soul pouring me into a bus.

I had suspected it would get messy on the grounds that I'm still settling in here in London and not all is entirely rosy yet. However, my Criminal Advocacy had gone well and going to the pub at about 2pm without lunch seemed like a good idea at the time.

It wasn't.

I seem to be curiously awake as well, which is irritating because I know I need sleep and I know it will catch up with me - probably on my Court visit on Monday... I can see myself now falling asleep in the middle of a case and being ejected from the Court.