Falling Over (Again)

I had a couple of pints in the pub, watching Man Utd get stuffed, with Chris in Aylesbury. Chris then decided we needed to visit the beer festival at the Hop Pole, where there was a remarkably funny folkie on called Kevin Tait . A couple of pints later, and we were strolling home up Buckingham Road. I remarked how restrained in his beer consumption he was, and he was replying that he could tolerate less with age. Suddenly I was flat on my face. "What the f....?" I appear to have caught the toe of my boot on a paving slab. These boots are 2 sizes too big, for the width, hence the toe-catching hazard, but they are the most comfortable boots in the world. But. They got me to Machu Picchu and back, but cant me get back from the bloody pub. My left hand looks like I punched someone.

or an out of focus elephant.