It is always easier to pick a girl up when she is so drunk that she cannot see how ugly you are, and when what little brain she had to start with has gone anyway. This makes getting a dirty fuck that doesn't run off, a lot easier, especially if you are a bald, fat, white git like me. A helping hand is often necessary, when your chosen dream-girl for the night is lying face down in the gutter, clutching a bottle of whiskey, and bubbling. So, I got Pon back to the hotel and positioned her on the bed with her head pointed into a bucket, 'cos I didn't want a mess on the carpet. And I got on the job ... A couple of days later on the street, I met Pon. She asked, 'Don't I know you from somewhere?' 'Yeah,' I said, 'I lent you some money when you were drunk the other day. Can you pay me back now?'