Every night this goes on. Perhaps they've become used to it being exiled in Africa for years. Drank me under the table and this was when I was in my 'alcoholic' years.
I remember going to the toilet to throw up and with it being Africa the toilet didn't flush, like nothing works over there. I thought it would be clever to fill up a waste bin with water from the sink and throw it down the bog. I dropped the bin before I got to the bog so water everywhere and puke still all over the bog. I filled it up again and threw it down the bog. The bog was fucking blocked, so now puke and water all over the floor. I thought 'fuck it' and proceeded to leave but not before I slipped and soaked my trousers and sleeve with pukey water.
It cheered the fuckers up though. "You velly funny Daniel.Velly funny man, you sooooo drunk"
"Remember you are representing the company" were the last words my manager said to me before I left for that Africa trip.