Went to The Hive last night as my mate is off to Afghanistan tomorrow. The last thing I can remember is leaving the cub at 4:45am. I don't remember getting to the station, or the train home. Woke up and checked my wallet just there, had tickets from Edinburgh to Kirkcaldy, and then Markinch to Glenrothes with Thornton, meaning I must have missed Kirkcaldy and had to get another train back home from Markinch. That's not even the best bit...
Woke up to texts from said boy's wee sister saying that he had been refused on the train that I got on because he was so drunk, and had to get the next one, which he had fallen asleep on and woke up in, yep, you guessed it, Aberdeen, where he had given shit to some police officer and got himself arrested.
He's due to fly back to Germany at 1:30pm today, and is now en route in the car back to Edinburgh.
My head hurts.