About a month ago...woke up in my bed, staggered out to find James on my front room rug who had broken in through the window, laying naked like a time travelling Terminator. Next to the rug was a large pool of liquid, with my Blackberry floating in the middle of it like a lost buoy, making funny noises and flashing in ways I hadn't seen before.
Cut a long story short I couldn't handle all the weird beers at the beer festival followed by champagne chasers and retired to my flat to barrrffff at my Blackberry, which all then travelled to the floor.
They found me on the rug at 11pm and put me to bed, then went back out. James climbed the drian pipe to break in later.
And I have to say, 10 points to James 'cos he thought the yack might have been him and cleaned it up in the morning.
Roll on Vegas for New Year....