We'd been the whole way round Morocco, without a drop to drink,
Well maybe two.
But right here by the coast, the rules were lax, our luck was in!
We had a few.
"Clubbing!" came a cry. "All right, but a bottle of wine each first."
It's time to shop.
"Red or White", "Rosé for me", we each had made our choice.
I should've stopped.

"What's yours like?", "Not too bad!", "You have a go of mine!"
I may have mixed!
"Victoria is off for a shower, why not hide inside her tent!"
So it was fixed.
I lay there on her sleeping bag, nursing the bottle till nearly dry.
I saw their feet.
But before her return, I leapt outside, "Now it's time to party!"
How rather neat.

"I'll just get a jacket." Said I, whilst staggering from leg to leg.
Keith, watch the guy!
Didn't hear them. Tripped instead, with the bottle between my lips.
Tooth cap, goodbye.
"I'm OK" Said I, as cool as anyone can, crawling towards their tent.
Tonight's the night!
We started walking into town, but only halfway there, someone …
Turned out the light!

Just the briefest of snapshots of what happened to me remain.
Restaurant table.
Just flashes of scenes I could witness but with no control at all.
Freezing fountain.
Sounds of laughter, a firm grip on my waist, the door of a taxi.
The ground outside.
It took three of them to guide me from town square to the camp.
Shoes off, eyes closed.

Next day was sunny, I woke up with a thirst, but none the wiser.
I felt all right.
"Good God it's Keith, we thought that you'd be sleeping all day!"
After last night.
"No, no I'm fine. Can't remember now, did we get to the club?"
"Had the wrong gear."
"It was a strip joint. A kind of revenge from the restaurant in town!"
"Fancy a beer?"