I was never much of a party animal even in my youth. But there was that one time... It wasn't long after I moved here from London & a local friend took me out to a club. We ended up leaving around 5am and ended up at a late night/early morning breakfast place for a fry-up. Then it was home to clean my teeth, spray myself with deodorant and get to work. I'm not sure if anyone noticed that I hadn't slept for 36 hours or saw the club's entry stamp still on my hand but I felt very "rock n roll" for the rest of the day.... [lol]