Pissed?

I went to the gents at the building where I work this afternoon and there was a great deal of snoring coming from one of the stalls. The amusing thing is that everyone in the building now knows this fact (and no-one wanted to wake the snorer up), and we also think we know who it is likely to be behind the door. There is one man in particular who is always seen red-faced and smelling of drink no matter what the time of day and we are all sure it is him. How embarrassing for him, especially as I know at least one person took his photo from above the door, no doubt to post on facebook somewhere.
I told my wife of this amusing episode when I got home, only to be reminded of the time she found me in the City one afternoon, sitting on a pile of bricks in a building site, completely lost, completely paralytic, and having completely rubbished my suit from falling over into the cement and sand. Thank goodness that was before the days of social media and camera phones.