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A friend of mine once cooked an entire meal for two in her sleep, ate the lot and washed-up before going back to bed.
She has also awoken to find herself naked, on a fire escape in Fulham, confronted by two burly - and not to mention excitable - officers of the Metropolitan Police.

She doesn't even live in Fulham.

(, Wed 22 Aug 2007, 22:21)
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I wish
they'd start...

it'd liven my shit afternoon up. i want to get smashed tonight but am skint til morning.
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 14:46, Reply)
I wish....
the bleeding Red Arrows would stop flying over my office
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 14:41, Reply)
Once got up...
...walked across my bedroom floor, and proceeded to take the longest piss of my life over an epiphone les paul and about a years worth of guitar magazines stacked neatly in a pile next to it. Naturally I knew nothing of it until the next morning.
However, Guthrie Govan's lessons are so damn useful...I still use those magazines in all their crinkly glory. The Les Paul? My dad uses it sometimes. I never cleaned it.
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 14:25, Reply)
Apparently I suffer from 'sexsomnia' (look it up on Wikipedia). On more than one occasion I have initiated a bit of midnight luuuurvin'. Woke up once with the ex-Stevros on top, banging like a barn door in a twister. It would of been rude to stop, so I finish the task at hand, was greeted to a nice breakfast the next morning.

Many other occasions I have undressed m'lady during the night (she gave up fighting me off about a year ago). Unfortunately now I have been diagnosed diabetic, in my worked up state during my sleep my body temperature goes up, and my blood sugar goes down inducing what can only be described as a stiffy induced hypo. I now call Lucozade a "sex aid"

Other sleep-walking antics include waking up with my guitar wearing only my boxers on the kitchen floor. Being punched in the face by my older brother for jumping on his bed and staring at him for a creepy amount of time.

Haven't ever pissed in anything other than the toilet though, that would be odd.

*Penis gag goes here*
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 14:16, Reply)
If you cross "Canada" with "Australia", you could get "Canalia", and I reckon that place would have a bigger obsession with strolling down bourneville boulevard (in your sleep).
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 14:07, Reply)
This happened fairly recently...
I'd been out clubbing. Once safely home I passed out on the sofa. Next thing I knew I was standing in London Bridge train station wondering how the fuck I'd got there. With no shoes on. Yup. I made it half way to work, crossing 3 busy roads and catching a train before I eventually woke. You can only imagine how glad I am that I didn't pass out in the buff.
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 13:55, Reply)
Join us all here at self-obsessed and proud of it.
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 13:51, Reply)
miss blouse.

still fighting for the win then?
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 13:50, Reply)
Being as self obsessed as I am, I didn't read any of the previous posts until afterwards.

I hadn't realised it turned into such carnage.
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 13:45, Reply)
Drugs are the answer
How uncouth - telling a story that relates to the qotw at so late a stage.

Dont you know we all get silly by late Wednesday.
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 13:40, Reply)
After one very drunken birthday........
I opened my eyes to see my front door. From the outside.

I was standing up, in the communal hall of my flats, in my pants, in February.

Blind panic set in when I realised I had locked myself out of my house at 3am, with no way of getting back in. I was still very drunk at this point.

I started to weigh up my options.

1. Break in.
2. Run half a mile down the road in my pants to call the police
3. Wake up an elderly neighbour who would be no use anyway.

I tried option 1. I spent a good 10 minutes trying to force my arm through my letterbox to reach the door handle. I was spitting on my arm to lubricate it and tearing my arm to shreds at the same time.

Then I started crying. I was freezing cold, almost naked and incredibly confused.

I had been out there for 15 minutes at this point and I decided to bite the bullet and run down to the phone box.


Then I remembered that I did actually live with my girlfriend (and had done for at least 2 years at that point). I rang the door bell.

She got up and let me in.

I'd spent 15 minutes panicking like a fucking idiot, trying to break in when my girlfriend had been asleep in the flat the whole time


She told me that she heard the doorbell, looked at the clock, noticed I wasn't in bed and thought. Oh it must be Drugs ARE the answer.

She's put up with a lot of stuff like that.

Like the time I pissed on her living room carpet at uni in my sleep.

But that's another story.
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 13:36, Reply)
that'll teach me to listen to radio 4!
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 13:32, Reply)
Its a phrase that is played on the Scott Mills radio show.
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 13:30, Reply)
I get all my work done in the morning and then I can fanny about all afternoon. It's great working on your own.
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 13:28, Reply)
off topic (thank god)
i just walked past a filthy white van on my way back from lunch and on the back someone had written "I like turtles".

makes a nice change from "your wife.." etc. etc
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 13:28, Reply)
Indeed I am
It's because I have an office in the lab and nip back to my desk every couple of minutes between making samples. Sometimes they have to sit for half an hour before I need to do anything.
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 13:26, Reply)
Your always bloody here!
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 13:23, Reply)
Big girls blouse
Well, Jugular seems to have vanished from the face of the planet, so you're in with a good chance.

But I'm here...
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 13:22, Reply)
Been there - done it - bought the t-shirt.

I haven't got the stamina.

On the other hand - is that a gauntlet I see lying in front of me

Can I also just say that my icon looks incredibly like me - without the tache and the floppy fringe.
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 13:17, Reply)
just sleepwalked down High St Kensington disguised as the English Rugby Team. I do hope nobody noticed.
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 13:06, Reply)
I ended up sleepwalking last night
And dreamt there still wasn't a new QOTW up.

(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 12:56, Reply)
I'm a bit surprised
that Big Girls Blouse hasn't been on trying to claim last post!
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 12:25, Reply)
I think we are all waiting for a change of subject. Personally I've been bored with this after an hour of it being placed. Come on Mr Manuel, change the blasted question. And let's have something interesting this time.
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 12:23, Reply)
a new QOTW is on its' way...
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 12:20, Reply)
Remote Territory
We call it Shetland. Yes. It is remote.
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 12:18, Reply)
Some remote territory in
the North Sea?
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 12:17, Reply)
Maybe not quite *that* far north then. I live on the mainland of Shetland (Whiteness) and work in Lerwick.
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 12:17, Reply)
Where are you then? Haroldswick or something?
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 12:16, Reply)
North vs South?
Yer all southerners to me. I live about as far north as you can get and still be in Britain so nyeh :P Maybe that will stop the argument?

First post :)
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 12:15, Reply)
Canada should be the next topic...

Or rugby stories...
(, Thu 30 Aug 2007, 12:04, Reply)

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