About 20 years ago my boss took everyone at work out for a drink in Upper Street. Over the evening everyone disappeared until it was just me and the boss, who, unbeknownst to me, was an alcoholic. So after trying to keep up with her until I could barely stand, she put me in a cab and sent me home. I puked all over the cab and myself so he kicked me out somewhere in the city. I was a total mess, covered in vomit and barely able to walk when I managed to flag down a black cab He drove me back to elephant, driving slowly and stopping every time I needed to puke and even helped me get my key in the lock of my flat. I stumbled into bed fully dressed, stinking of booze and vomit, saying 'help me' like Goldblum in the fly and my husband had to undress me and put me to bed. Next morning, still off my face, I had to drag myself to work. Definitely not my finest hour!