I love Caitlin Moran as both a human and a writer. So, when her PR suggested doing another interview with her, my tummy was all aflutter with excitement. Until, that is, they also told me she'd like to revisit our previous boozy debacle. At which point, it was mainly fluttering with thoughts about the booze-induced nausea that lay in the future. It was, if you like, Naustradamus.
However, it turned out that my editor loved the idea. Also, a Twitter conversation quickly made me realise that if I didn't go ahead with it, I'd be a massive wussbag.
But this time I decided to keep it a bit safer. So I set up a drinking game: ten quotes which Ms Moran may or may not have written. Ten shots of booze. Ten guesses. One hour. If she got a question right, I drank. If she got it wrong, she drank. The result? I got very pissed in the company of one of the most phenomenal people I've ever met. Oh, and we took loads of sozzled selfies. The full report's out in Time Out in a couple of weeks, but for now, a few of our pics are below. NB the eagle-eyed amongst you may notice that there is blood coming from Ms Moran's arm. The only explanation either of us have? BOOZE.