On the topic of the sub conversation in this thread about drinking to excess and puking/forgetting what actually happened?

I have drunk to excess too many times to care or remember, I've puked, I've passed out, on a couple of occassions I got hospitalized. Last time this happened, I drank pretty much my own bodyweight in alcohol and at the same point in time was on anti-histamine tablets what actually (as we later found out) contained a reasonable dose of Codeine to help with headaches caused by hayfever. I'd been double and triple dosing on these tablets due to them not "working" for me. Codeine and Alcohol do not mix well. I remember what happened that evening including the flirting with the female paramedic when the ambulance came (my friends called it because I passed out and proceeded to smash the back of my skull on the edge of Laura Ashley's doorstep, concussion + unwittingly spiking myself and overdosing on codeine to begin with way to go Steve!) I also made myself legendary in the way I came to again in hospital got changed, went to the loo when discharged and noticed my hair was a mess due to them checking my tender concussed skull for fractures. I immediately whipped the hair gel out of my bag and fixed my hair, this caused the doctor and my friends to worry I had collapsed again in the loo. I emerge just as they're about to bust the door in and looked at them like they were mad and said "but it would never have done!" I made the nurses at the nurses station laugh themselves silly with that one.

I only have one night where I have no recollection of my journey home and that is where I lived in East London and I went to the HMV christmas party. I got home like 4am and was immediately passed out, woke up in the morning and according to the ex I had made no sense at all, was bruised and had a cut on my face. From the bruises we deduced I must have had a fight but who with or what about we never figured out all we know is I got the last train to Canning Town at around 1:20am and I got off at the right stop, beyond this I never pieced together why it took me almost 2 hours to get from Canning Town Station to the flat, it's was normally a 10 minute walk to put that in perspective.

The rest of the times I get drunk I always remember everything so I know what happened and when (or roughly what order things happened in and can piece together the time line) if I don't recall everything straight off the bat next morning I do remember it within a couple of days. This has caused me to go "oh smurf...did I really do that? Damn!" in the past.