Pub Crawl seemed an appropriate term for the night’s event. The long flight and the preceding week had taken it’s toll. I felt like I had just finished a marathon, I had not slept well in a month and my feet, crammed into ridiculously sexy shoes, ached. I just wanted lie down.

Not too far from the line to get into pub number four, I spotted a bench. I sat with a groan of relief, fantisizing about crawling underneath and stretching out for a little power-nap. I needed to rally and no one would notice a body under a bench.

I settled for taking off my shoes and the night went downhill from there.

I don’t know what I was thinking. Every woman knows you can’t remove four inch heels a half size too small and expect to get them back on your feet, let alone regain control of your evening. Things get out of hand when you take off your shoes.