Was made redundant years ago (on Friday 13th FS!), went for a few drinks in The Jolly Miller on the last day of said job, after drinking throughout the last day of the job, on the job (I was 19).
Little did I know, that I'd been working the previous 2 years with secret alcoholics - as you can imagine, 19 year old Grouchie baby tried to keep up, and I did a good job for a few hours (I'm not, or at least wasn't then, a lightweight) but was hammered beyond belief, absolutely wrecked.
They put me in a taxi, and the 'least alkie' of said alkies knew where I lived (Walton, not too far away) and he lived in Anfield so, literally I'm told, threw me out of a taxi on his way home. I was swiftly dispatched to bed by my mum and nan, who were then shocked as I walked, starkers, through the living room, on my way to the bog (small house, downstairs loo). On my way back to bed, after trying to do a handstand over the bog, I wrapped a towel around myself, but forgot to hold on to it,thereby revealing my modesty again.
I then sat, naked, halfway up the stairs, lights on, with everyone passing able to see what I haven't got through the sky light above the front door.
It was a great place to work, thinking about it makes me as blue as varicose veins.