Sneaking back sociability

So what is this business of sneaking off for a pint, six hours before my night shift? Been years since I've been that suicidally sociable, desparately maintaining a social life in the face of everything the job can chuck at me. Those were the days, and a bit more blatant than these... Into the town centre for eight thirty, into the pubbo to see the chaps, two quick pints and then via the kebab shop before skittling into the fun factory for eight and a half hours of nocturnal purgatory. At least these days I'm a tad more sane, get it sorted during the afternoon, grab a couple more hours of sleep in the early evening. Far more sane. Nice to see I'm making the effort though.