|After a long night on the beat...
||[Feb. 12th, 2005|10:44 am]
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I can't believe I was ever like them, a drunkard with no concept of civil decency. Sergeant Colon and I found Nobby slumped over a pint, Corporal Carrot looking on in a most concerned manner. Poor, simple soul, Carrot. He didn't know what to do. Naturally, We found them at the Mended Drum, which attracts shifty characters as it is. It just happened to be the night when every drunk in Ankh-Morpork decided to fight the good fight. After a blind, trampling run by Carrot, we managed to clear the warpath and find our way out again. The fight was still going on for two hours before we managed to reestablish some semblance of control. Needless to say the Night Watch isn't very popular this morning. My muscles hurt and I need a good rest. Junior is having a good cry, to make matters even more lovely. Best be helping to feed the dragons.