Insipred by Mong Goose below....
You know those impromptu nights where you havent even planned to be out, it just happened - the ones that usually turn out to be the best nights evaaaar and tales of drunken mayhem get passed around at every other subsequent night out. Well.....

I remember arriving in Sunderland at 3:30 to have late lunch with a friend who was manager of a bar in the same company as the bar I manage in Newcastle, which turned into a few drinks after the day staff finished work at 6, which turned into meeting a load of other staff who were heading out clubbing for a friends birthday....

Flashbacks include...

- Getting slapped for snogging someone, by her best mate whom I'd apparently been chattng up two minutes beforehand.

- Stealing a basket of sugar sachets from Wetherspoons to make "cocktails" with at all the other bars we went to.

- Falling off a 7ft wall covered in those shards of glass attempting to break into (what turned out to be NOT) my friends house after she snapped the key in the lock.

- Having a mild panic attack at being stuck in a wheelie-bin after trying to climb the same wall a 2nd time.

- Punching someone in the face after they called me gay for having a "man-bag"

Thankfully I was woken up by the Area Manager of the company in the same bar I had arrived at for lunch the previous day, luckily he saw the funny side and made me a coffee before driving me back to Newcastle.
( Mister B is eating an icanhazcheezburger with lmaonaise, Mon 28 Mar 2011, 10:38, 2 replies)

Hmm
Kudos until you twatted a guy for pointing out that man-bags are 'gay'.

I'm from the North-East. He had a point. If you were drinking in, say Harrogate then you may have had the upper-hand, but Geordies & Maccams don't wear coats, let alone a handy bag to hold various layers of clothing, beauty product and gadgetry.

How the fuck did you manage to confuse the wrong house?! Walls with shards of glass jaggedly put in to the top are a classic technique as well - dodged a bullet not getting impaled!
( elgordo, Mon 28 Mar 2011, 13:29, closed)

It was a messenger type bag, strap across my chest - i take it everywhere as i tend to lose all my stuff if it isnt attached to me or in my bag which stays attached to me. black bag, black strap... it had in it mostly work papers, various sets of keys and the usual wallet/phone etc. Hardly a handbag, or a batty boy vanity case!
( Mister B is eating an icanhazcheezburger with lmaonaise, Wed 30 Mar 2011, 5:25, closed)