Another NMW world record

My housemate has commented on this blog that I failed to mention the part of Monday night between gaining access to the correct front door and collapsing on my bed. Well it went a bit like this:

After stumbling into the kitchen, pretending our fridge was a safe and mimicking cracking an imaginary combination lock while humming the theme tune to Mission Impossible, I decided that none of its contents would result in anything but further pukin' action, so headed for the stairs.
At this point I had a vision, which consisted of an angry Nick (my housemate) telling me off for waking her up with my "ELEPHANT STEPS" last time I crawled home at 3am. With this in mind, I removed my shoes, started walking like a girl (well more like Billy Elliot, but they are much the same thing) and proceed to tip toe up the stairs while quietly singing the theme tune to Pink Panther.
Amazingly the report I received from Nick the next morning (Nick normally wakes up when somebody in Bristol sneezes) was that I did not wake her at all. This means that I have managed to be the first ever drunk twit in the world to be trying to sing "quietly" and actually manage to do it! Well done me!