Don't you just love parties?
David went to a dinner party last night with daughter of V. Famous artist and completely misbehaved.
David and alcohol are such a good combination.
David is fearless in his opinions after a glass or two. Or ten.
David upset other people because of his fearlessness.
David feels no remorse this morning because other people should have more sense than start the evening with a vodka martini.
David is a bit of an arse when it comes to parties but, by God, he is value for money. The question being, of course, the currency you deal in.
I have just been told that not only am I a pain in the arse but proud of it [which I'm not] but I do recognise the fact I cannot stop being me, i.e. a pain in the arse on certain occasions, particularly when alcohol is present.
So who am I to be someone I am not?