Quality away day today. Lots of boozing. 93 good minutes..... But oh man, it hits you when you get back to london. Fit birds everywhere. Everybody is all clean and scrubbed. And I've got the beginnings of a hangover, a swolen beer gut, and the breath of a man in double figures on the pint front. It could always change. I actually met my girlfriend on the 1am train from victoria after watford away last year. But right now I want to grab one of these party people and tell them I looked good at six o clock this morning! Anyone got any good stories from the journey home?
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Get yourself down The Griffin mate!