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In celebration of the woman who went out for a quiet drink with friends after work, and ended up half naked, kicking a copper in the nads and threatening to smear her own shit over hospital staff, how have your best-laid plans ended in woe?

(, Thu 24 Mar 2011, 16:02)
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We had a houseparty at ours
A couple of hours in, a friend called to say they were going to be late; they'd fallen asleep on the Northern line and woken up in Edgware. No matter, they'd get back on the train and see us in a bit. More time passed, and we got another call from them. They'd fallen asleep on the Northern line and woken up in Morden.

We never did see them that night.
(, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 11:45, 5 replies)
Marked black as in "hardest slope"
Since you mention it, the same thing happened to me back in uni days. Damn you, Soho, you kind, murky bucket of joy! Managed to make the way back equally asleep though, so no harm done. Except a pounding, gruelling gin hangover in the morning lecture. But hey, we're artists.

Northern line has always been the tube where the massive oddballs came on board. From the fat hairy blokes changing into drag mid wagon (no grundies either in a very ginger case) to a lost bunch of gothic lolitas to raving lunatics, dandies, crusties, ciggy hustlers, clowns and whatnot.

Lovely nights..
(, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 12:00, closed)
Ah, the Northern Line
Where I was once joined in the adjacent seat by a man in drag wearing a lampshade on his head, who lectured me on the evils of tobacco nazism.
(, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 12:13, closed)
Also on the Northern Line
A bloke got on at Angel with a beat up old guitar, plonked a small battery powered amp on the floor and belted out a very good rendition of Back in Black by AC/DC. No-one on the train made eye contact with him and he got off at the next stop like nothing had happened.
(, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 13:19, closed)
Well of course.
One does not simply walk into Morden.
(, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 14:03, closed)
Ah yes.
The Victoria Line is my vice.

"Oh, we're at Blackhorse Road - I'll just wait until we're going back and then ... oh ... we're at Blackhorse Road, I'll just ... oh ... we're at Brixton ... "
(, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 14:54, closed)

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