All I can say is
I was rather the young.

My parents were having the dinner party (it was the eighties) and I was safely tucked away in bed. But, it would seem, not for much longer.

We lived in a three-storey house, with a stairwell, and a tiled floor at the bottom. So if you stood at the top of the stairs you could look down and observe the tile pattern on the ground floor.

Anyway, yes, dinner party. Vaguely posh do. I was rather young. As such, I'd been put to bed at a rather early time and had to get up in the night to use the toilet. This involved leaving my room and walking across the landing to the bathroom opposite my room. Unfortunately, I was asleep whilst making this journey, and misjudged the distance I'd walked (ever noticed how sleepwalkers take tiny steps?) and so when I turned to pee, well, it went down rather a long way, and made rather a big mess. And noise. I then went straight back to bed, which is where my parents found me.

Of course, the party was still going on, and of course, it was rather disturbed by this occurrence. Nevermind!

So essentially, yes, I did once sleepwalk, disturbing a dinner party by peeing down two storeys onto a tile floor just outside a room full of overly posh people. Yay! And got away with it. Yay!

Length? Obviously not enough to minimise splashing, but hey! I was only a kid at the time...
( cynicist couldn't get rid of the comma on, Sat 25 Aug 2007, 2:50, Reply)