Recently I went to a festival, I rode there, I met a pal at the station and the idea was to ride for couple of hours and then return for 2 or 3 beers......maximum. In the event, we rode the half mile to the festival , it was heaving with people having a good time, so, we entered the first bar, and embarked on a bender.
I can remember giving a "lift" to some old bird between bars and falling into a parked car, the rest is pretty much a blur. I fell off on the way home, I was using the pavement and hit "something" white. Lost my sunglasses, which had been perched on my head, cut my hands and scraped my bonce. Woke up with terrible hangover and decided to retrace my ride to, hopefully, find my sunglasses, they were prescription ones, not cheap.
I didn't find them but I did find a big and dead white cat.........things started to come slowly back to me. I took it's collar off, it was nice, electric blue with faux diamonds, but it had neither a phone number nor address. I like cats and was pretty sad about it, I convinced myself that it must have been dead when I hit it, that, or it was a not very motivated moggie.
It'd gone hard, and I noted that it had already had a big post-death piss so I stuck it on my rack and rode home to bury it.........
