After a work night out at which I stayed resolutely sober,
my drunken work collegues informed me that my car was just around the corner, and then promptly buggered off to a strip club. My car wasn't just around the corner at all, and not knowing Liverpool at all, I wandered around for nearly three hours not having any of their mobile numbers or indeed any mobile credit and barely any battery power left. And about 97p in my wallet.

Eventually a beggar (ironically the only other sober person in town) came up to me and politely asked for 65p. Not having anything else to do, I gave it to him. Then, I thought, what with him knowing the streets, he might be able to find my car. So I gave an incredibly vague description of where my car was, as I stupidly didn't account of where I'd parked and the vague description was all I had.

He knew exactly where I meant and guided me for about three miles to it. To be honest, I was half expecting to be stabbed by him, especially after asking to be guided to a dark deserted carpark and only having sensationalist news reports to form an opinion on what city centres were like at 2am. And I suppose in retrospect, I should have given him a bit more than the initial 65p after he walked three miles (and presumably three miles back) for me. So, friendly scouse beggar, thanks for that.

As it turned out though, after I bade farewell to the friendly beggar, I found the carpark was locked. So I promptly got lost again and wandered around for another few hours. But it's the thought that counts.
(Cuthbert Annihilator, Mon 6 Oct 2008, 0:33, 1 reply)

this is why i get a cab into town
liverpool hasn't got much parking and the one-way system is a fecking nightmare!
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Mon 6 Oct 2008, 1:27, closed)