We know this to be true…
This morning, on waking, I discovered strange and mysterious etchings on my wrist in blue biro. Scribbles that appeared to be some kind of graph/suicide diagram. Ruling out self harm (I may be single but I'm not desperate) and settling on the idea of a graph, it all suddenly came flooding back. What you see below is pure 3am insight in graphic form (captured on my wrist lest I forget).
The original is daubed on the rear windows of some number 12 bus, so it's in circulation somewhere, shining it's graph goodness on coventry as it speeds past.
The inspiration and clarity that dawned on our small party of revelers last night was simply this. Overall bastard levels remain constant, it is simply intake of alcohol that makes one more susceptable. Standards are sigmoid and can withstand alcohol to some extent without plummeting (at point x) until they pass amount y, at which point you really could do much better. Men pulled in the shaded region are less likely to to cause as much shame in the morning. But the time you've actually reached the x-axis pulling isn't as much of a concern as actually managing to at least stand up.
The same kind of logic was explained by Tom in the form of a marking system (developed with Gareth) with "the pint" as a basic unit. This basically charts the number of pints (P) that would have to be consumed before a woman became attractive enough to sleep with. Negative P scores are excellent.
In conclusion, I am cold and I want a nice cup of tea and a biscuit before I freeze over completely. Also pasta = love, don't forget it.
Jam, jam, jam, jam, jam...