Time to play some games. I was with a girl on Saturday night, on the stairs in some house. She said ten times "David, you can do this". On Friday night, the night I was in shock, a kind of deep trauma, I went to the freehouse and had nine pints, a mixture of cider and lager. The management in their wisdom then declined to serve me any more, so I said that I would go to another pub, which they said was fine. It was a bit rougher, but I liked it there. It was late, nearing midnight, and they served me another two pints. That sufficiently cushioned the trauma that was in me, to such extent that the next day I had more or less forgotten it.