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'lardaholics anonymous' was bored and started a new question over in the old question, so the least we can do is make it official. What with New Year's celebrations coming up, asking for the strangest place you have slept is nicely appropriate too.

In case you are wondering, Portsmouth beach in the fog. Very strange waking up to that.

(, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 8:57)
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I can sleep through almost anything
Most recent places include:
At the cinema while watching Black Christmas - it wasn't very good
During a history lesson watching some shit russian film
During an english class
Curled up in the freezing cold outside my tent at reading

I like to sleep
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 17:54, Reply)
I've fallen asleep everywhere
There's nowhere I can't sleep. I once fell asleep under a sofa (ow), whilst driving (and didn't crash!), against some random person in college, whilst standing up in college, whilst standing at a urinal - which was very messy, on a toilet, during a lightening storm and whilst speaking to my girlfriend's mate. Glandular Fever is a fecking great thing.
Oh, and I once slept through my brother piling most of his living room on top of me, when I was fat. www.jamieflanagan.co.uk/sleepystav/
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 17:23, Reply)
In a stinking public lav during a storm
I once got thrown out of a party (don't ask) which was in the middle of nowhere during a really heavy storm. I started making my back to the nearest train station, which was a mere 9 mile walk, and by the time I got there there was still a 5 hour wait for my next train back to Brighton.

As you can imagine I was soaking wet, freezing, tired and miserable, and the only place I could find with a roof was a foul old bog, so I went into the only cubicle with a lock and curled myself around the bowl, trying to sleep.

During the night I heard rats and possible bumming, and all in all it ranks as the worst night I have ever spent anywhere.
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 17:14, Reply)
In a Phone box
outside student halls at Bristol University after getting locked out on a rainy, windy winters night. It was uncomfortable to say the least, having to fold up my 6'4" frame into something so cramped. I've had the posture of a question-mark ever since.
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 17:03, Reply)
A very comfy sofa
At a wedding reception. Some of the children that attended the wedding thought it would be amusing to cover me with newspaper.

They may have laughed at me (I was asleep I don't know for sure) but I had the last laugh as I was nice and cosy.
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 17:01, Reply)
Hmm... can think of a few actually...
Across an SA80 machine gun - once in the rain with a rather pissed off NCO screaming blue murder at me, another time on exercise snoring so loud I ruined an ambush.

On the back of a motorcycle at speed.

In more bars than I would care to admit.

"On the Job"

During foreplay - really pissed off my then girlfriend.

At a metal gig.

Against a very loud jukebox in a pub.

In a curry. And a chinese, come to think of it.

A church doorway.

My upstairs neighbours toilet.

In a shed, with my feet in rabbits straw listening to meat loaf all night (it was all I had on my walkman)

In a computer data centre (not easy)

At my desk on more than a few occasions.

On a beach mat in a field in Derbyshire. It was so cold we burned the beach mats.

- and that's what you get for being an insomniac alcoholic with sleep apnea.
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 16:58, Reply)
I remember punk rock
I'm an incredibly light sleeper, yet somehow (Dimaond White) I managed to fall asleep on a stool at the Witchwood in Ashton whilst 'I can't believe it's not punk', a rather noisy punk tribute band were mid-set.
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 16:48, Reply)
I walked up the road to get some smokes
well into an evenings drinking and on the way back decided a little sit down was in order.
I don't know if I then decided to lie down or just toppled backwards over the wall, but I awoke an indeterminate time later on the other side of it, in a graveyard.
I struggled all the way back home and I'm really quite heavily short sighted so I must have been mullered to not notice until someone enquired as to their whereabouts that I didn't have my glasses on any more.
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 16:22, Reply)
ah yes
Saw Roger Waters at that Hyde Park thingy last summer. Drinking started around lunch time and carried on throughout the evening. I think that after the Hyde Park thing had finished, we headed off to Decadence at St Moritz. I'm pretty certain that after Decadence, my friend's flatmate and I decided that the Slimelight would be a really good idea...

After utterly failing to acquire any substances that would have offered relief from the booze, we left and headed back to my mates place, rather the worse for wear.

He lives on the grounds of an old nunnery or something and there's a folly in the gardens, which is where we found my mate. Armed with bubbly and a smoke, we settled there for a while.

At some point, I began to feel a little unwell, so I leaned out of the window of said folly, just to get some air. That's about where my memories of the night end, but I'm told that I fell asleep there for some time. For long enough for them to deem it necessary to check my pulse for signs of life. A little later that night, after being dragged/escorted back in to the house, I was also have been found asleep on the loo.
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 16:20, Reply)
In Swansea Theatre years ago
during "Babes in the Woods".

Even the great Windsor Davis could not keep me awake, bellowing from the stage like Bully.
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 16:20, Reply)
In a School photo
Back in the day, when I was in the school sixth form the headmaster Mr Adams, who had the world funniest comb-over (well it was to us at the time), decided to have a whole school photo of all 1500 students. It being the end of september I was wearing a nice warm jumper, except we had a mini-heat wave that day and I was roasting. Now for some reason, that I can't remember, I didn't have a t-shirt under me jumper, so couldn't take off now very heavy, very hot jumper.

As we were sixth form we had to go stand on the scafolding first, I was about 16 rows back, so fairly high up. Cue about an hour of standing jam packed in up on the scafolding, as the tit of a headmaster couldn't organise his way out of a paper bag, at least not quickly.

Just as the last of the very small year 7's (1st form) sat down on the front bench, the sky went orange and pink and white (with spots). Next thing I know I'm looking straight up towards the back of the scafolding. Apparently I had been out cold for a few minutes and as I fell forwards, being quiet tubby, I almost cause a human domino effect down the 16 rows below me, but only managed to knock one guy over in front and push a few more.

In the photo I'm right at the end of the front bench, looking like a ghost, almost like I died and came back to haunt the school. Suprisingly my parents didn't want to folk out the £50 for a copy, wonder why...

Length, shorter than I hoped for my first time.
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 16:09, Reply)
While gloriously ratmaned at a house party i decided to re-kindle my youth by playing the "lets go down the stairs headfirst" game.

all went well and a few scratches and many laughs later most had got bored and found more alcofun for the evening. i, however, decided that they were fools and that this was the best thing a human body could do. so i carried on, for an, as yet, still unknown amount of time.

at some point i'd fallen asleep in the "launch" position. that being coats underneath and feet hooked around the top bannister.

much indeed was my fright when, several hours later, my feet decided they weren't comfortable anymore and twitched a bit. the coats didnt hold, and a very hungover hatofjam woke up while sliding uncontrollably head first down some stairs. they met my chin several times.

flail and stop seemed to work though it did hurt a tad.

ah memories.
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 16:08, Reply)
Strangest place I've slept, hmmm....
Well probably the bog at a party. I had seriously abused a bottle of Smirnof Norsk and started getting severe stomach cramping, no fucking wonder. I woke with my caks round my ancles feeling rather shite!

About a day later I ended up in hospital with severe DT's, while I believed my stomach to be turning into liquid. Not a nice experience, I shan't sleep on the loo or drink that crap again.
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 15:54, Reply)
Just noticed...
I don't have a funny tale to share this time around i'm afraid.

I just noticed how many drunk people fell asleep only to wake up with teh kitties. ahhh.
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 15:51, Reply)
let sleeping chickens lie
After getting pissed in town, I came back to find the door locked.

I had no keys so I settled down for the night under mum's car. A few hours later, the rain woke me up as it washed over my face. I got out from under the car with my left side drenched and went into the garden and tried to sleep in the chicken hutch. It was warm with the door shut, but uncomfortable (I'm over six foot), so it was that or stretch my feet out the door and get wet.

I smelt of chicken and straw in the morning. Nice.

It turned out later that mum had unlocked the door after I'd gone to sleep under the car so if I'd checked the door again before sleeping with the chickens I could have been in my own bed.
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 15:05, Reply)
The Mediterranean Temperament
On a restaurant's sun lounger in Kos (having spent the entire night on it - not merely a noon nap). Rudely awaken by irate Greek proprietor hitting me with a rake.

Length? You bet, pointy too.
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 15:00, Reply)
Stranngest place I've ever slept...
in a church.
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 14:58, Reply)
On a bench, in the garden of a stately home, after a heavy night. Unfortunately there are pictures, possibly including my little bro taking the piss out of me. =\
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 14:53, Reply)
Haven't done it but I'm tempted...
I've always wanted to build a little den in the toilet roll aisle of a supermarket and cwtch up to sleep in it. : )
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 14:38, Reply)
I didn't sleep at all last night.
Not at all.

God bless Ian Rankin for providing top class reading material.

God damn the other half, spoilt brats, sore throats and shit medicine.

Willing to sleep anywhere tonight as long as I do.

Length? Glowing like Rudolphs nose. She must have something....
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 14:03, Reply)
Can of warm piss
I used to go out with this woman who lived on the 11th floor of a high rise in the north of Glasgow (a bad area) and the lift was nothing if a little slow. So after one night of rampant fucking, I was on my way home at around 4am to get to work for 6 and the lift was creaking its way slowly to the ground floor. I was extremely knackered after the bedroom olympics so sat on the floor for a wee rest and next thing I know the lift has gone BANG and I wake up with a start to see the doors open at my floor. Next to me however was a Tennents Super can reeking of fresh piss.

Which wasn't there when I got in the lift.

To make matters worse I knocked it over the floor when I was heaving myself upright. Not that it mattered. It just freshed up the old stale piss already there.
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 13:54, Reply)
After a particularly vodka-fuelled night of debauchery...
...I awoke kneeling with my head a few stairs higher than my knees in the hallway of my house, fully dressed although without, for some reason, my socks and shoes, which were never found.

[edit] I slept through the majority of Blade 2 at the cinema in Newport on the Isle of Wight, despite full ear-shattering Dolby surroundness and a screaming friend sitting next to me. I blame that on the smokes and alkiehol tho...
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 13:43, Reply)
So many Sleeps
1. and 2. At a Railway Station after my cousin's wedding. Yes, this has happened twice - two cousins, two weddings (both brothers, both now married). First was M. - I caught the train to Ingatestone whch was a short walk from the wedding venue. Cutting a long story short, after too much free beer I walked to the station far too slowly and missed the last train. I walked along the handy trackside path about halfway to Chelmsford, where I found a main road and hitched a lift into town, and sneaked my way into the now closed station. It was freezing cold being the weeke before Christmas so I looked around and managed to find a disused relay room to sleep in. I finally got home about 10am Sunday morning after catching 2 trains to Norwich (including 5 mins kip while changing trains at Colchester).

G. brother of M. got married down in Kent. I took my bike on the train and cycled from the station to the wedding. Going back I had a broken pedal so (guess what...) I missed the last train. Luckily there was a disused goods shed in the station yard and some tramps had kindly left a hole in one wall and some old blankets. Another long wait for the first train in the morning which didn't come until about 9am.

3. Not me but a mate... He being 6 foot tall and all that. In town, missus kicked him out. Nowhere to sleep so he curls up inside one of those Grit-Salt bins. You know, the plastic ones full of Grit-Salt and only about 4 foot long and 3 foot high. He said it was much warmer than outside, and because it was winter some had been used up giving him extra room.

4. Me and the mate (him from No. 3.) were looking after a steam engine for its owner, "The Mad Doctor" as he is known. After some repairs, we had to warm it up slowly over a nummber of days, so this meant keeping the fire in at night. So what did we do? Slept on the floor in the cab of course. Every time one of us woke up for a piss or whatever we would put some more coal on.

5. The usual trains, cars, buses (moving and/ or staying put) and a boat. me and Grit-Salt man took a boat up the Grand Union Canal and stayed overnight before coming back. Not a narrow boat mind, but a 65foot inflatible rubber dinghy just big enough for two. No pillows and just our coats and one towel for a blanket. Got some funny looks off the fishermen and dog walkers the next morning as we snored away in the boat on the towpath.
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 13:43, Reply)
On Hampstead Heath
In a tent, with three lovely young ladies, on a November weekend back in my student days. Although there was not a great deal of sleeping that took place that night: most of the night was spent trying to stay alive, what with the bitter cold and only one sleeping bag between us.

I then proceeded to sleep through the Millennium in a dog basket, although I had a good second wind between the hours of two and four.
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 13:31, Reply)
New years eve.
Just gone, I met a girl off the net for the first time for a new years date, spent 20 quid on a ticket and ended up spending it in the carpark, chatting, taking various odds and ends and in the end sleeping, in the back of a corsa. I'm 6 ft 3. It wasnt comfortable. It was a waste of twenty pounds.
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 13:29, Reply)
Mistaken identity
Before any regular readers of my posts accuse me of being a man-hoe, I should say that I've always had a number of close and strictly platonic female pals, some of whom I've shared a bed with in a purely innocent fashion - ie nothing untoward going on whatsoever.

One of my girl-pals could talk for England and we'd usually be the last two awake at a party and regularly used to think nothing of crashing out in same bed. Thing is, I was (and remain) the only male in our circle who'd never dated/slept with/etc her, so naturally it became a topic of gossip.

One evening we were happily lying there talking the sun up when we were interrupted by the sound of cautious nooky going on in the room next door. Being completely unsound of mind and both liberally marinated in alcohol, we set about doing the whole "When Harry Met Sally" thing, me grasping the headboard and tapping it against the wall and her proving beyond any doubt that a woman can convincingly fake it. At no point was there any physical contact between us, I should add and we were both struggling not to laugh.

However it backfired and continues to haunt me.

Fourteen years on I'm still being regularly accused of party misdemeanours with said girl and have apparently had sex with her in the back of a friend's VW camper van. This last revelation is most definitely news to me and my bemused friend. We'd retired to the van post beer where absolutely nothing whatsoever happened, but unbeknown to us some filty bugger had deposited a used condom a few feet away from the van. Plus several witnesses report the van rocking (which it most definitely wasn't!) Coincidence? On my life, your honour.

Note: A rusty VW camper with a pop up roof and more draughts than a real ale festival constitutes an odd place to sleep, especially as it was parked in the grounds of a local nurses home at the time... Again, I do have a perfectly valid excuse for that.
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 13:24, Reply)
...after a particularly messy night out, I jumped in to a cab and was dropped at the end of my drive. I waved to my fellow passengers and watched them drive off to their own beds. The next thing I remember is being prodded awake.
By the tyre of my stepdads van.
I'd fallen asleep behind his car, under the backwheel.
Thank god he got out to see what the issue was and didn't just drive on over!
He never told my mum.
(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 13:22, Reply)
Morning glory
I once found myself asleep on the floor of a friend’s bedroom, as we needed to finish our college project, and I lived over ten miles away in the middle of nowhere. Unfortunately his room was so ineffably small, in order to actually lie down I had to sleep with my head and good proportion of my upper body in his wardrobe, which in itself is a fairly mundane tale except that I was awoken in the morning by the gentle serenade of birdsong outside the window, and my friend masturbating furiously in his bed under the strange miscomprehension that I was asleep or, which is more puzzling, if I were awake a quick tug would go unnoticed.

So, if you’re reading this (you know who you are), it didn’t go unnoticed and I am scarred for life.

(, Wed 3 Jan 2007, 12:53, Reply)
At an Anthrax gig in Hamburg
Sparko, right in the middle. Best thing really.

Long? I have carpet burn.
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