Morning After Souvenirs
I once woke up in a tent after a particularly drunken holiday pub crawl, clutching a tap. There's a drowned, sunken village somewhere in Wales because of my act of petty theft, but I cannot remember. Tell us what - or who - you've brought back from nights out.
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( , Thu 26 Apr 2012, 13:44)
I once woke up in a tent after a particularly drunken holiday pub crawl, clutching a tap. There's a drowned, sunken village somewhere in Wales because of my act of petty theft, but I cannot remember. Tell us what - or who - you've brought back from nights out.
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( , Thu 26 Apr 2012, 13:44)
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Rewritten DNA
After a fairly messy Saturday night, I emerged late on Sunday and decided to ease into the day slowly, with a long bath. The warm water caressed me like a womb, and I started to feel that I would be able to face the day after an hour or so.
And then I glanced down at my knees. That's odd, they seem to be patterned. Or rather, now I looked closer, scaled. With rising panic, I examined my legs, then the rest of my body, and discovered that my entire skin was covered in scales. I seemed to have turned into a reptile overnight.
A rather panicked visit to the doctors followed, and I discovered that it was a rare form of psoriasis. It took several months to fade, during which time I shed flakes like a hole in a cornflake packet. Thank fuck that it wasn't too severe on my face, just a slight patterning, and that my girlfriend at the time was a nurse and not fazed by unsightly medical conditions!
Sadly (or perhaps luckily) this was before the advent of camera phones etc, so there are no pics.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 12:54, 5 replies)
After a fairly messy Saturday night, I emerged late on Sunday and decided to ease into the day slowly, with a long bath. The warm water caressed me like a womb, and I started to feel that I would be able to face the day after an hour or so.
And then I glanced down at my knees. That's odd, they seem to be patterned. Or rather, now I looked closer, scaled. With rising panic, I examined my legs, then the rest of my body, and discovered that my entire skin was covered in scales. I seemed to have turned into a reptile overnight.
A rather panicked visit to the doctors followed, and I discovered that it was a rare form of psoriasis. It took several months to fade, during which time I shed flakes like a hole in a cornflake packet. Thank fuck that it wasn't too severe on my face, just a slight patterning, and that my girlfriend at the time was a nurse and not fazed by unsightly medical conditions!
Sadly (or perhaps luckily) this was before the advent of camera phones etc, so there are no pics.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 12:54, 5 replies)
She was a Nurse...
Did you ask her if she had every seen the Singing Detective??
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 14:58, closed)
Did you ask her if she had every seen the Singing Detective??
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 14:58, closed)
Oh yes, I got all those jokes at the time
Unfortunately the GF wasn't quite as hot as Joanne Whalley...
I watched The Singing Detective again recently - it's just as good as I remembered. Luckily I never had the heat-control issues, nor the hallucinations.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 15:10, closed)
Unfortunately the GF wasn't quite as hot as Joanne Whalley...
I watched The Singing Detective again recently - it's just as good as I remembered. Luckily I never had the heat-control issues, nor the hallucinations.
( , Fri 27 Apr 2012, 15:10, closed)
Had you drunk a lot of Red Bull?
The reason I ask is that I've twice ended up with similar psoriasis, and both times I'd been hammering the Red Bull (as in a litre a day for a week or more).
( , Sat 28 Apr 2012, 10:19, closed)
The reason I ask is that I've twice ended up with similar psoriasis, and both times I'd been hammering the Red Bull (as in a litre a day for a week or more).
( , Sat 28 Apr 2012, 10:19, closed)
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