Memory [the cognitive processes whereby past experience is remembered]

At the weekend I popped down to brighton again, seem to have been down there a lot recently. The point of the trip, besides catching up with everyone, was to go and see MSTRKRFT play the ocean rooms saturday night.

To cut a rather long story as short as possible; We all got fucked and went to MSTRKRFT, we got more fucked whilst we were there. From this point on I can remember very little (bar some unwelcome snippets which i will recount shortly), I awoke the next day in Cliff’s bed with little idea how I got there and slowly came to the realisation that I had lost my phone. Not only had I lost my phone, but I had also lost my digital camera. The very same digital camera that i had purchased approximately 24 hours earlier for approx 130 quid. Not good.

Throughout the rest of the day my friends took delight in filling in the blanks for me and told me wild tales of my antics the night before. These included;

Falling over and onto a girl sitting minding her own business (and then just walking off, instructing my friend to apologise on my behalf).

Ordering a large round that we absolutely did not need and then proceeding to try and pay for it with only a five pound note (One of my friends begrudgingly came to my rescue and paid for the rest).

Spilling a pint over the barman.

Spending a substantial part of the night staring directly at a wall (with my nose about an inch from it).

Making it my personal mission to ensure that a complete stranger was wearing his backpack correctly (apparently I wasn’t satisfied with him just using a single shoulder strap and just wouldn’t let it go).

I can remember nothing but mere flashes of just a couple of these things, and as for my phone and camera I had absolutely no idea what happened to them. We left messages at the club and asked around if anyone had found it etc, but alas it seems these items are gone for good.

I’ll be honest, I am not over the moon about it. Losing my phone is bad enough, but losing the fucking camera I’d only just bought is just a joke. And on top of this, personally I really do not liked getting so fucked that i can’t remember anything. Usually I am the one who looks after one of my friends whilst they go bananas etc and then tell I them all about it the next day. In-fact it’s happened that way several times recently, but not the other way round. Years ago it was common place for me to black out and have no memory of what happened on a night out, but these days the loss of control that it denotes is not something I relish.

And in this case the ‘loss of control’ is heavily underlined by my phone going missing etc.

Don’t get me wrong, i can look at the funny side of it and laugh with my friends etc (and it is a fucking funny story), but I certainly regret it and do not plan on letting it happen again any time soon if i can help it.