At the Greenman
A few years back when it was still at Baskerville Hall in the Brecons. We were staying in the Hall itself (being part of the production crew) but our mate wasn't - and he'd forgotton his tent.

We conspired to sneak him past the militant hotel security ("everybody not staying here, get the fuck out after 10pm") and got him back to one of the larger rooms.

Unfortunately, we were a little too loud with the nightly drinking session and our little party caught the attention of said Nazi fucks.

They hammered on the door at about 3am. Our illegal hotel guest freaked. But instead of hiding behind a curtain or under the bed, he sprinted for the window.

We looked on in terror as he flung the thing open, six storeys up, and climbed out onto the ledge.

But he didn't stay there. Oh no.

He dangled himself from the ledge, with only his fingers to keep him secure. Then screamed, "CLOSE THE WINDOW".

For some reason we did. Then we let the Nazis in.

They reprimanded us for a full 45 minutes.

All the while we're thinking about the poor guy hanging on by his rapidly freezing fingertips outside.

The Nazis left.

We rushed to the window.

He was gone.

Not, as you'd expect, lying dead on the floor sixty feet below.

Just gone.

I didn't see him again for the whole weekend. Though when we did eventually catch up, he said he had no memory of climbing out the window or what he did after.

The mystery continues...
( mrlogic is copying your beard, Tue 9 Jun 2009, 11:45, 1 reply)

hmm
Was his name Peter Parker?
(WelcomeToCopehagen, Wed 10 Jun 2009, 13:11, closed)