But no dodgy groupie action this time.

Just copious amounts of booze and laughter to send my good friend off on his merry way dahn souf.

And "Bigands". Dive bar extraordinaire, where the music is lively, the beer is fast a-flowing and the staff are so laid back that their only reaction to your mate vomiting a nice pile of pink-tinged lumpy stuff all over their floor is to grin, shrug and pass a pile of newspaper to dump on top of it.

"Oh, what a night."

I'm thinking that I'm really going to miss him.

I'm also thinking that I've been craving a curry for about 14 hours now, and I'm really going to have to do something about that soon...