Sleepwalking
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)
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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After a rough night
in a club where the only thing lower than the price of a pint was the average cut of the tops on the young lasses, I stumbled blearily into some generic scrubland, and with alcohol at the controls and not caring for my wellbeing/sanity, skinned up an uncharacteristically fat herbal cigarillo. Putting it to my lips, lighting up and inhaling are the last things I remember.
I came to the next morning with a hangover of Withnail proportions and no clue as to where I was. The floor was hard and cold, the ceiling was extremely low and had... chewing gum stuck to it?! I sat up, spanged my head off the 'ceiling' that later turned out to be the underside of a seat. On a train. Oh cumgargle, I'm horrendously lost in the train network! I could be ANYWHERE!
Then I looked out the window, realised I was in the train depot which is situated a mere mile from my house, and walked home at 7am. Still the most teste-trembling 5 minutes of my life. God, what if I'd ended up in... NEWRY.
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( , Sat 25 Aug 2007, 22:36, Reply)
in a club where the only thing lower than the price of a pint was the average cut of the tops on the young lasses, I stumbled blearily into some generic scrubland, and with alcohol at the controls and not caring for my wellbeing/sanity, skinned up an uncharacteristically fat herbal cigarillo. Putting it to my lips, lighting up and inhaling are the last things I remember.
I came to the next morning with a hangover of Withnail proportions and no clue as to where I was. The floor was hard and cold, the ceiling was extremely low and had... chewing gum stuck to it?! I sat up, spanged my head off the 'ceiling' that later turned out to be the underside of a seat. On a train. Oh cumgargle, I'm horrendously lost in the train network! I could be ANYWHERE!
Then I looked out the window, realised I was in the train depot which is situated a mere mile from my house, and walked home at 7am. Still the most teste-trembling 5 minutes of my life. God, what if I'd ended up in... NEWRY.
:|
( , Sat 25 Aug 2007, 22:36, Reply)
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