And the headache increases... So Pavel ditched me at the bar. Yes, he ditched me for a number of hours and he had my coat check ticket and VISA (I wasn't sure I would be responsible if I had my VISA, so I gave it to him as he doesn't drink). So after a series of increasingly pissed off txt messages to his phone he finally showed back up. All I said to him was get my coat. We did and grabbed a cab back to my place. As I was stone cold sober I told him to get his stuff and go to the car as I was driving him home. After a trip in which I'm sure he pee'd his pants (the FOCUS hadles incredibly allowing one to take corners at almost 80kms, Raphael's wifey would have died of terror) I dumped him at his place and said, you do understand why I'm furious don't you. He said he did and I drove off. Lesson learned never go to the club with Pavel again.