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It was a colleague's leaving drinks last night.

I could leave it there; it might explain itself. But we got the style, and the style takes longer.

St. Alban's is a dangerous place to drink.

For starters, it is very easy there. Pub crawls can be planned in advance, using no more than a pointed finger from one end of the intended street.

Secondly, it is very good there. St. Alban's is the home of CAMRA - the Campaign for Real Ale. The pubs and bars are excellent.

Thirdly, there are cash dispensers everywhere. And the buses run late into the night. And there's a friendly atmosphere. The bouncers are chirpy and courteous.

All of this makes St. Albans positively lethal.

Let me take you through my inventory this morning:

Limbs: Present, sound condition.

Clothing from night out: Present.

Balance: Intermittent

Additional clothing gained in the course of the evening: One scarf, yellow, Jameson's and O'Neill's logos. One scarf, green, Jameson's and O'Neill's logos. One hat, green, Jameson's and O'Neill's logos.

Scarf I started out with: Present. Smoky aroma.

Vague memories of running laughing with everyone through a live shot on the set of a scene from an upcoming episode of Foyle's War while one of my colleagues attempted to get the phone number of one of the extras: One

Business card of Curry House: One.

I think that's about everything. By the end of the night at about 1am there were only three people left, wearing far too many scarves, tearing naans and bitching mercilessly.

But with style, obviously.