Hothouse Flower.
In future can you all just assume that any of my tales begin with “Many moons ago…” because most of them probably will.

I was a member of the YMCA gym. It was small but perfectly formed with a large York multi-gym, a shitload of free weights (including Olympic bars etc.) and a sauna. I used to train Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturday mornings. The Friday session was straight from work, all gear was left locked up in a cupboard and out we went on the beer. As a result Saturday morning sessions were somewhat restrained, usually consisting of throwing a few free weights around in a desultory manner and repairing to the sauna as soon as possible. Now I’ve never been much of a hothouse flower and as a result never bothered with the sauna, until one Saturday when I had not just had my own skinful the night before but also another two persons as well. I was not in the best of states.

So, my best buddies in the whole wide world convinced me that the sauna would be my saviour and I was much too hungover to argue. It was nice and hot in there and the lads generously cooled things down by adding mentholated water to the hot stones (I know, I know). They even convinced me that the best thing to do would be to lie down on the top bench and relax. This I did and got so relaxed I fell asleep. They woke me about an hour later and I left to get showered. Leaving the sauna I took a deep breath of the deliciously cool air and promptly collapsed like a cotton mill chimney. I woke to the feel of mentholated water being poured all over me and the laughter of my bestest buddies. They’d been planning it for some time and just waiting for the opportune moment. Cunts.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Fri 10 Jul 2009, 19:09, 1 reply)

I'm being dense, but
why did you fall? I've dozed off in the sauna before, and I didn't pass out when I left...but then I hadn't drunk half my bodyweight the night before, which could possibly be the deciding factor...?
(berk, Mon 13 Jul 2009, 9:55, closed)