SleepwalkingA 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.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Wed 22 Aug 2007, 22:21)
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More talking than walkingWhilst staying in Belgium some years ago on a school trip, I was sharing a room with my friend George. It was only for a couple of nights, but in that time I was treated to a cavalcade of increasing amusing non-sequiturs. The first time it happened, he sat up, and I, thinking he was awake, quite naturally said hello and asked if he was having trouble sleeping too.
His reply is etched forever on my memory.
'Good God, look at those boobs!'
'What boobs, George, I can't see any?'
'Emily Wilson's here!'
She, alas, was not there, and neither was her admittedly spectacular chest, but before I could ask him what right he had to raise and dash my hopes so, he had lain back down and silence once more descended.
On the last night, at about five in the morning, I was awoken by George what I can only describe as hooting gently to himself. After a short while he stopped, and I turned over to go back to sleep, only for him to snuffle loudly and declaim, at high volume:
'FUCKING FEET!'
Well, quite.
(, Thu 23 Aug 2007, 20:30, Reply)
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