Oh you would have thought I had learned by now. Pompey to doncaster, as a sprog, drinking all the way, arrive w**kered in Grimsby having slept through me station... Just got back from Macedonia... Got to athens with me mate, having had a few beers at the airport. Get to Thessaloniki with not too much trouble (having purchased 2 bottles of metaxa each)... Waiting for train to Skopje. Best have a few beers to settle the pre-footy nerves. Get on train. All good. The train heads are like a catering assistant (not working)... Stop number one, me mate has to get off for a slash. Train leaves. He is still having a slash... 8O He has the match tickets! F**KING HELL!!! 8O 8O 8O Arrive macedonian border. I get off with mine and his visa. In the queue to check visas. Macedonian police ask why "is 2 bags, 2 visas and only 1 persons"... Train leaves with me and police on macedonian border... 8O F**KING HELL! Its like defaulters now! Next train comes. All good. Me mate is on it. I will sit here and have a sweet Metaxa cooking brandy. Oh and a lager from the shop. And then more cooking brandy. Train arrives. I am now officially w**kered. I fall over getting on the train. (The bottles are saved) but I smack me forehead and cut it. Only a bit... And I can wipe it with this bit of paper. Not a problem. So in me sh1t faced state I begin to wander up and down the carriages looking for me oppo, who didn't get off, coz he hasn't got a visa. Its covered in blood in me pocket... Checked all the carriages. No sign of him. I eventually slump down next to some old bird, who I try to pull, before sobbing into me brandy and having a power nap. I get over the train, smelling of cheap alcohol, blood over me face, wurzel gummige hair and no match ticket. Then me mate, f**kin' cocky bollocks, wanders down the platform... he hid in the heads across the border and fell asleep in there. So he was nice and refreshed. Then he had the nerve to ask me where I'd been! Never again!