Drunk Parents
Watching the old man swing home from the pub and start arguing with Newsnight can be either funny, slightly unnerving or just plain terrifying. Tell us about daft things parents have done while they've been in their cups.
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( , Thu 24 Feb 2011, 17:58)
Watching the old man swing home from the pub and start arguing with Newsnight can be either funny, slightly unnerving or just plain terrifying. Tell us about daft things parents have done while they've been in their cups.
Suggested by NotDavidBailey, voted for by YOU
( , Thu 24 Feb 2011, 17:58)
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It's pretty common
in the whole region. The Russians do it too.
This led to one of my wierdest experiences. I used to travel to Russia quite a lot for work, and had a regular interpreter in Moscow. We all used to gather at an 'English' pub most nights, and there were quite a few Brit regulars, including a truck driver who used to shuttle a 40 tonne artic between UK and Mongolia.
Long story short(ish), about 6 of these regulars were invited to lunch at the interpreters family home, his parents were both chefs at the Sheraton, so a damn good feast was had, accompanied by the aforementioned toasts, getting through 3/4 bottle of vodka each.
When we went to go, the pissed truck driver (unbelievably) said 'I've got me lorry outside, anybody want a lift?'.
So, while probably my mates and family were at their homes having Sunday roast, or down the pub, I was one of about 7 whooping people crammed into the cab of a 60' articulated lorry, being driven at 60mph through the centre of Moscow by a totally shitfaced brummie called Barry.
Oh to be 25 again . . .
( , Fri 25 Feb 2011, 10:16, 1 reply)
in the whole region. The Russians do it too.
This led to one of my wierdest experiences. I used to travel to Russia quite a lot for work, and had a regular interpreter in Moscow. We all used to gather at an 'English' pub most nights, and there were quite a few Brit regulars, including a truck driver who used to shuttle a 40 tonne artic between UK and Mongolia.
Long story short(ish), about 6 of these regulars were invited to lunch at the interpreters family home, his parents were both chefs at the Sheraton, so a damn good feast was had, accompanied by the aforementioned toasts, getting through 3/4 bottle of vodka each.
When we went to go, the pissed truck driver (unbelievably) said 'I've got me lorry outside, anybody want a lift?'.
So, while probably my mates and family were at their homes having Sunday roast, or down the pub, I was one of about 7 whooping people crammed into the cab of a 60' articulated lorry, being driven at 60mph through the centre of Moscow by a totally shitfaced brummie called Barry.
Oh to be 25 again . . .
( , Fri 25 Feb 2011, 10:16, 1 reply)
Not sure whether I can click a reply..
.. but I damn well tried.
Magic.
( , Tue 1 Mar 2011, 16:55, closed)
.. but I damn well tried.
Magic.
( , Tue 1 Mar 2011, 16:55, closed)
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