Dumb things you've done
What's the stupidest thing you've ever done to yourself?
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( , Thu 20 Dec 2007, 12:36)
What's the stupidest thing you've ever done to yourself?
We're keeping this one open for two weeks to allow you to get up to stupid stuff and send it in.
( , Thu 20 Dec 2007, 12:36)
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To the Zodiac and beyond..
I've been living and working in Oxford for a while now, and before it's recent refurb and change of hands (and styles, sadly), I was a semi-regular attendee at friday nights of one of the towns most, er, salubrious estabilishments, the Zodiac.
My story takes place on one ill fated night, where, after imbibing the requisite amount of alcohol to find the place charming, I made to leave and find my way home. Now, for some reason, and here comes the dumb thing, I started my (short) journey home at a different angle than usual, 90 degrees different as it turns out.
So I proceeded to take my exact (or as close as possible) route home, just offset somewhat. So as the night goes on and the alcohol takes more of a grip and I get more and more disoriented, I am instantly transported (in my mind at least) to a road leading to my parents house.
It's along this road that I seem to find myself accompanied by some caring folk (real or imaginary, I've no idea), who are shepharding me safely along. Unfortunately, after walking for what seemed like an eternity I just wanted to sleep, and spotting a comfortable looking bush, I conferred with my new friends as to whether or not I should sleep there. They concurred with me, and I strode over, gracelessly fell back, and.....fade to black.
Next thing, I come to, walking, in a suburban street I've never seen before, everything thoroughly unfamiliar. I attempt to find something I recognise, a road name, landmark, building, anything, with no luck. Eventually after walking in circles, getting stuck at dead ends, I managed to find a main road, and chanced my arm on one of the two directions.
Turns out I guessed the right way, and got home around 2 hours later.
For anyone who knows the area, I had managed to get from the Zodiac to a street about two miles down Banbury road, which was a few miles directly, even more by the circuitous road route.
So there you go folks, all it takes is one wrong step...
( , Fri 21 Dec 2007, 17:26, Reply)
I've been living and working in Oxford for a while now, and before it's recent refurb and change of hands (and styles, sadly), I was a semi-regular attendee at friday nights of one of the towns most, er, salubrious estabilishments, the Zodiac.
My story takes place on one ill fated night, where, after imbibing the requisite amount of alcohol to find the place charming, I made to leave and find my way home. Now, for some reason, and here comes the dumb thing, I started my (short) journey home at a different angle than usual, 90 degrees different as it turns out.
So I proceeded to take my exact (or as close as possible) route home, just offset somewhat. So as the night goes on and the alcohol takes more of a grip and I get more and more disoriented, I am instantly transported (in my mind at least) to a road leading to my parents house.
It's along this road that I seem to find myself accompanied by some caring folk (real or imaginary, I've no idea), who are shepharding me safely along. Unfortunately, after walking for what seemed like an eternity I just wanted to sleep, and spotting a comfortable looking bush, I conferred with my new friends as to whether or not I should sleep there. They concurred with me, and I strode over, gracelessly fell back, and.....fade to black.
Next thing, I come to, walking, in a suburban street I've never seen before, everything thoroughly unfamiliar. I attempt to find something I recognise, a road name, landmark, building, anything, with no luck. Eventually after walking in circles, getting stuck at dead ends, I managed to find a main road, and chanced my arm on one of the two directions.
Turns out I guessed the right way, and got home around 2 hours later.
For anyone who knows the area, I had managed to get from the Zodiac to a street about two miles down Banbury road, which was a few miles directly, even more by the circuitous road route.
So there you go folks, all it takes is one wrong step...
( , Fri 21 Dec 2007, 17:26, Reply)
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