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I can confirm that Loomis was, indeed, wankered.
"I only ... hic! ... had five pints ... hic! ... no, really, I'm sure..." he said, while his feet did a little dance.
But I got him home, and he was up and lying watching cricket (though clutching his head and whimpering) by 10am the following morning. Hardcore, that Loomis.
HUH?
And time gets somewhat muddled here
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