My step-dad used to get very drunk and soppy. This is when we all still lived at home with him and my mum.
He'd get home from the pub and plonk on the living room floor telling us all if there was anything we needed then he'd help us all out, no problem. He would then get all his dosh out of his pockets and share it out between us despite our protestations that we didn't need any money.

In the morning when he was sober we'd have to give it to my mum to give back to him because he was too embarrased to ask for it back himself.


He would also walk home from the pub, quite a distance from home, no matter how pissed. He told us he once left the pub and an hour later got very confused because he looked round and could still see it. He'd only managed to get about 20ft away.
( girlinthehole, Fri 25 Feb 2011, 12:51, 2 replies)

Haha, that's hilarious.

( WormuIus, Fri 25 Feb 2011, 12:55, closed)

Setting off home from the pub but getting nowhere, hmm, sounds familiar
In Hungary one snowy drunken January night I sensibly decided that I'd had enough and would pop home, just across the road, for a nap.

Unfortunately I'd forgotten that we had been on a palinka-crawl and were now actually about a mile away from where I thought I was. A friend realised in time and went after me, finding me wandering in an ever-decreasing circle of my own footprints, chilled to the bone, looking for the right way off the town square. If not for her I might've frozen to death!
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Fri 25 Feb 2011, 13:21, closed)