Jon It's certainly a line in the sand moment; one that shook my faith in myself.
I was arseholed, absolutely drunk as a lord. I'd stumbled for a pee behind a tree (one of those south eastern french style trees with the flaky bark) and then flagged a taxi down. As I sat in the back of the taxi, lolling about, i noticed that I had a fair sized wet patch on my sand coloured cargo shorts. I was in a tangle, as I'd been drinking heavily all day in the sun. When you are drunk, time merges, slips away, comes back & is forgotten. Had I wanted to go & started before I should've? Had I not deployed the old fella properly? Had I put the old fella away before I should've? Had I broken the seal & then gone again in the back of the taxi?
It's never happened since, but I've been ultra careful in the meantime.
The weather was warm & still, so no chance to blame wind for a blow back.
