Home after the Pub Quiz (Nine Lines)

Dropped off outside the back entrance to the Mews.
Up the track by the dead lamp.
The kebab wind blows.
Four pints is too much.
Came fourth.
Cold air feels like the air from 2006.
Waiting for my noodles and peas to cool.
Not looking forward to the 7:00pm alarm.
Just Hiccuped.