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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Canton Express Glasgow
Anyone who has been on a night out in Glasgow knows what a pish hole this place is, or was, but it did the job as far as a spicy, salt and msg laden end of evening snack was required.
The toilets were a disaster. They were downstairs, next to the kitchen. Danny Boyle modelled the ones in trainspotting on them. After leaving the toilets I notice the some deliveries and nicked 4 cold dry cured peking ducks off a crate lying just outside the kitchen door. There were four of us in the flat so I suppose I must have taken one for each of us (I'm a fair mainded sort of guy). Fuck knows what sort of bacterial menagerie coated them given they had been lying outside the bogs.
My flatmate Martin woke cuddling one of them. He was a bit sticky from the glaze. The others had been put in the fridge. All were eaten over the next couple of days with no ill effects.
( , Mon 30 Apr 2012, 12:20, Reply)
Anyone who has been on a night out in Glasgow knows what a pish hole this place is, or was, but it did the job as far as a spicy, salt and msg laden end of evening snack was required.
The toilets were a disaster. They were downstairs, next to the kitchen. Danny Boyle modelled the ones in trainspotting on them. After leaving the toilets I notice the some deliveries and nicked 4 cold dry cured peking ducks off a crate lying just outside the kitchen door. There were four of us in the flat so I suppose I must have taken one for each of us (I'm a fair mainded sort of guy). Fuck knows what sort of bacterial menagerie coated them given they had been lying outside the bogs.
My flatmate Martin woke cuddling one of them. He was a bit sticky from the glaze. The others had been put in the fridge. All were eaten over the next couple of days with no ill effects.
( , Mon 30 Apr 2012, 12:20, Reply)
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