Davey B and the ghostly eiderdown.
Many moons back we'd been out on some works christmas party and one of my colleagues stayed overnight in our spare room. Come the morning he comes downstairs looking like the undead and wearing my exe's blouse for comedy effect.

"Eeeh Seaman Gabber I was sick over the bedding last night."
"Hehe. Good work. We'll put it in the washer, no worries."
"That's the problem. I can't find it. I may have eaten it."

So we went to hunt for the vomity eiderdown. It was nowhere to be seen.

"Can you remember what the hell you did with it?"

"I may have thrown it out of the window."

Our house was a linked-detached with the guest bedroom adjoining the neighbours but the space below was occupied by the neighbours car-port which allowed him to drive through and park in his back garden directly underneath our guest room window.

Expecting there to be a vomity mess of a blanket over his shiny red 2.8 audi Quattro we were baffled to see there was none.

In the remaining years the blanket never turned up and the neighbour never said a word.
( Airman Gabber Living life like a 70's BBC presenter, Thu 6 Jan 2011, 16:48, Reply)