Bindun
Rats! I had quite a few sleep-walking stories but the mainly involved me, or people I knew, pissing in strange places and that seems to have been done to death.

So I'll tell you about the hotel incident.

I used to spend Monday to Friday in a wee hotel in Finsbury Park. When I say "wee" I mean the sort of hotel where there's no staff from about 8pm until 7am the next morning - the guests all have their own keys.

So this one night I wake up suddenly to find myself cold and naked in this hotel. But what’s worse is that I'm cold and naked in the corridor and my bedroom door is firmly locked. Arse biscuits! So I trundle off down the corridor and, picking up a large cushion to hide my modesty, make my way down to reception to see if I can find a master key. No such luck.

Eventually I give up and try to find somewhere to sleep and something to cover myself with - it was the middle of winter. After much searching I find the laundry cupboard - right behind the receptionists desk. It's a fair size - big enough for me to lie down in and I happily make myself a nest and settle in for the night.

I slept. Hours passed and I was eventually woken by noises in the reception area. So I wrapped a sheet around myself and opened the door.

Receptionist shrieks then recovers herself and then gets the giggles. I sheepishly asked for a spare key and toddled off to my room passing quite a few bemused guests on the way.

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Thu 23 Aug 2007, 14:16, Reply)