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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the TARDISzzzzzzz....
I don't care if this is funny to you lot or not, but I have dined out on this for years.
A pal of mine is a massive Doctor Who head. At his school they built a TARDIS for a school play or something, and when the show finished, he pilfered it for himself.
For years it stood proudly at the entrance to his cupboard, meaning he had to enter the TARDIS to get dressed.
One particularly boozy night, which I am quite proud to have been responsible for, as usual, Pal goes to sleep a little worse for wear.
Only to awaken in the wee small hours, terrified and scrunched up in the foetal position in his TARDIS, with a little drool dribble down the wall.
He doesn't remember going in there, doesn't remember why, he just knows he was terrified.
I like that his TARDIS was his 'happy place' that he retreated to in times of uncontrollable and inexplicable terror, or when he needed a jacket.
( , Mon 27 Aug 2007, 4:48, Reply)
I don't care if this is funny to you lot or not, but I have dined out on this for years.
A pal of mine is a massive Doctor Who head. At his school they built a TARDIS for a school play or something, and when the show finished, he pilfered it for himself.
For years it stood proudly at the entrance to his cupboard, meaning he had to enter the TARDIS to get dressed.
One particularly boozy night, which I am quite proud to have been responsible for, as usual, Pal goes to sleep a little worse for wear.
Only to awaken in the wee small hours, terrified and scrunched up in the foetal position in his TARDIS, with a little drool dribble down the wall.
He doesn't remember going in there, doesn't remember why, he just knows he was terrified.
I like that his TARDIS was his 'happy place' that he retreated to in times of uncontrollable and inexplicable terror, or when he needed a jacket.
( , Mon 27 Aug 2007, 4:48, Reply)
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