I'm not a huge fan, but anything to impress a girl, eh?
Went with a pal who I quite fancied a few years ago to a Lostprophets gig. My little brother was in tow and said "You know, they're doing a singing tomorrow at HMV, opening at 7am."

Jokingly I said, HEY let's go camp out after the gig and be first in line?

Immediate response was rather scary.

We trekked to Oxford St from Wembley at about 11pm/midnight and sat tight for a while, getting colder and colder and hungrier and hungrier.

Empty water bottles do not a good pillow make. By 3am I was pretty much resigned to not sleeping for fear of being mugged, seeing as we had camped in an alley next to HMV.

The hour arrives, we get in first, get a wristband and the signing is in the evening(!)

Go home, absolutely stinking of piss from laying in an alley in fuck knows what else for hours. Have a shower, go back up after a nap, and meet the lads.

For all of 3 seconds.

The moral of this story: Laying down in an alley is not the horniest thing you can do. Buy her some flowers or something instead.
( McBadger COW, Thu 16 Apr 2009, 23:37, Reply)