What did I do?
Way back when I lived in that there London, I went out on a Wednesday to have a few drinks with a mate. I'd had a shit day in work and she'd had a row with her bird, so a few drinks rappidly turned into an all-night bender.

I woke up on her lounge floor at about 8 the next morning and decided to drag my lazy carcass into work. Fortunately, I could get a bus from right outside her door to right outside my office.

So I get myself on the bus and sit in the back corner downstairs, wrap my coat around me a little tighter and, evidently, fell asleep. I say "evidently" because I didn't realise I had fallen alseep until I woke up with a start.

When I looked around the bus, I realised that everyone was looking at me. Everyone. They had all turned around and were staring, open-mouthed at me. A couple of people were shaking their heads in disgust. There were a couple of schoolkids at the front, giggling and pointing at me.

I looked back at everyone for a minute, checked to see if I'd pissed, puked or shit recently and, upon discovering I had done none of them, got up, rang the bell and walked to the exit doors, with everyone's eyes tracking me the whole way.

The bus remained in total silence until it stopped. As I got off, I heard a few people burst out laughing.

I stayed awake on the next one.

Still haven't got a clue what I did...
(ScousersPet, Wed 1 Jul 2009, 11:38, 14 replies)

The likelihood is
You had been snoring. I do that on the metro on the way home. Sometimes drool as well. How edifying.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Wed 1 Jul 2009, 11:58, closed)

Or talking in your sleep.
Any speculation as to what you might have been ranting about in your dreams?
( Larry Vest One day at a time, sweet Jesus, FFS., Wed 1 Jul 2009, 12:12, closed)

This^
Oh please, let it be this.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Wed 1 Jul 2009, 12:18, closed)

I'm thinking this is most likely
There was no funny smell, no wood and no drool. So I reckon I was talking in my sleep... nothing too bad, I hope...
(ScousersPet, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 9:30, closed)

I'm thinking
You were packing wood.
( Cawl, Wed 1 Jul 2009, 12:20, closed)

Im going for
Sleep wanking/ fondling
(Is this a good idea? ... Yes this is definitely a good idea, Wed 1 Jul 2009, 12:24, closed)

Are you?
Well, be careful, you might be shunned by the bus-folks.
( Cawl, Wed 1 Jul 2009, 12:25, closed)

Possibly
...killer sleep farts?
(twiceydrinker hmmm is it pint time?, Wed 1 Jul 2009, 12:52, closed)

this, i would think

(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Wed 1 Jul 2009, 13:19, closed)

Definitely Farted
Gotta be the death fart of drinking. The movement of the bus, sleeping the night (or what was left) on a friend's floor, kidlets laughing and other people looking disgusted can only be the result of a drunken alcohol-poisoned fart. You didn't smell it because you were probably still pissed.

Well done!
(Dog Bum Cute, wiggly, has scary anal glands, Wed 1 Jul 2009, 16:53, closed)

I vote snoring also.
When I doze off I sometimes twitch. It can cause me to kick my boyfriend in bed, or jerk like I have an active baby in my belly (this is when I'm sitting on a train). It's not good!

Atleast you slept through whatever you did! When I twitch it wakes me up, only for me to have to doze off and do it again!
( vix0r was not Matthew on, Wed 1 Jul 2009, 14:02, closed)

snoring wouldn't make everyone turn around in disgust
i'm still going with a big dirty fart that spread throughout the whole bus. it's probably what made you wake up too.
(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Wed 1 Jul 2009, 15:24, closed)

Maybe...
...they knew you were a Scouser?
(emadex thinks the world will end on, Wed 1 Jul 2009, 15:47, closed)

Bacon the daze before flat fares
I was deep in bus coma when I heard the driver announcing that the passenger at the rear of the bus in the green shirt had now ridden two stops past his fare and was over-riding.
Took me a while to realise what over-riding was, and a little longer to look down and, yes, I was wearing a green shirt. And everyone was looking at me.
( Larry Vest One day at a time, sweet Jesus, FFS., Thu 2 Jul 2009, 8:40, closed)