Not me ... a room mate.
Years ago, I stationed at Kinloss, I loved the place. The bastards have knocked the NAAFI down and built a new one... I digress, sorry!

Anyhoo! We were living in four man rooms and this one lad whom I shall call Jerry, for I really can't remember his real name, used to sleepwalk. A lot! An awful lot! In fact, practically every night. It was the purpose of the sleepwalking that was the problem. You see, at that time, most people drank - lots. In fact Jerry's first action on waking, was to crack a can of lager (worrying, I know, and I really hope that he got on top of that). well, you probably can guess what is going to happen here, but I'll tell you anyway! I was awakened in the early hours of the morning one night by the sound of running water. Upon investigation, I find a urinating Jerry facing my opened locker! Yep! He is peeing all over my boots, shoes and, worst of all, the uniform I was to wear in the morning.

I, of course, reacted in a manner suitable for a person in my situation, until, that is, I realised that he was in fact asleep! The fumblings immediately beforehand was Jerry, in his head, walking to the ablutions - only in reality, he was bouncing around our room!

I locked my locker after that and managed to steer him in the right direction most nights.

As for length... He was stood right in the door of me fookin' locker!!
(AsADie, Thu 23 Aug 2007, 7:00, Reply)