Met Jack Bauer today, he was alright for a pisshead. He was trying to buy me drinks at the end of the night, but the local was closing up and surprisingly didn't extend him the Hollywood treatment. Solid bloke when sober, I'd imagine, but by god, he was three sheets to the wind tonight. Had to be propped up walking in.
Edit: I wasn't really feeling like daisies when he turned up, either. Much too many Jamesons, so I can't knock him for being hammered.