When I was I think 15 , probably in the Summer , I was in a suburb of London at some party connected to a  friend whose unusual name
sounded like a cross between a type of sofa and a type of monkey .
I can't remember all the details but I had 'been drinking' and I just wandered off , first into a school where there was some sort of parent-teacher  evening , and I recall a teacher being very patient with me , quietly and  politely asking me to leave .
Then I walked further along the road and managed to bluff my way into a party at someones house , where I fell asleep on the floor and left the following morning . I just had enough money on me to get trains back home to Kings Langley , hertfordshire .
Not very interesting I know but I wanted to write something and nothing happens in my life nowadays .