A Local Hero
Wavy lines back to the 1980's...

And it came to pass that the hero of our story staggers out of the club in the small hours of the morning, and even though it's October, decides that the best place of all for a little sleep would be the beach. Pebbles may be hard, but in his advanced state of inebriation they seemed as soft as down, and snoring was soon in evidence.

Many hours later, consciousness began to trickle back into the ragged remains of his brain, and various things were clamouring for his attention. As well as the usual raging thirst, thumping headache and distended bladder, there was something else. What was it, now? Oh yes, the ring of armed police staring down at him along the barrels of their guns, that'll be it.

Turns out that during the hours he'd spent peacefully sleeping on the beach, the hotel directly behind him had been rather inconsiderately blown up by the IRA. Apparently, having guns pointed at you is a great way to sober up, really fast.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Wed 30 Mar 2011, 10:32, 2 replies)

I hope this is true.

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Wed 30 Mar 2011, 14:19, closed)

This is all the hotel's fault.

( Dr Preference AjcuiVd289, Wed 30 Mar 2011, 15:36, closed)