Picking up your boyfriend when he’s shit faced is away ‘fun’, he’s almost completely blacked out. He’s stupid on alcohol. He’s being overly sexual when you get into the house, making jokes, slapping you arse, grabbing your tits. All sorts.

When you start dragging up the stairs to bed, he’s wobbling on his feet. He’s completely plastered. You get towards you bedroom, getting him all ready for bed, brushing his teeth and changing out of his clothes. Then finally getting into bed.

Sam: “I’m sure you’re lovely and all, but I’ve got a missus., she kill us if I get in bed with another bird.”

He says, and you realise; he’s so drunk that he doesn’t recognise you. Your boyfriend thinks your just some random girl, he’s forgotten that your his girl.