Despite me waking up on the toilet floor many a time..
.. the oddest place I've slept it Leeds Festival.

After long hours of drinking, complaining of sore feet and seeing a lot of bands, my band of happy campers retired to their sleeping bags. I was utterly boiling, so I slept in just my boxer shorts, and listened to the chatter of numerous tents around us.

I woke up, at 4am, walking around the camp site, with just my underwear on.

Fuck?!

Seems I sleptwalked around the camping site for a while, and only woke up once a drunken teenager asked me if I had any drugs. (Where I would have concealed said drugs, I haven't the foggiest).

Apart from me waking up in a very cold British Sumer's Night, the worst was yet to come. I had to remember, in my just-woken-up state, where I was camped.

Blue tent. In the Yellow Bubble area.

Cut to: Me looking at about 100 blue tents, all in the Yellow Bubble area.


[Apologies for length? Well, none of the other campers complained]
(__, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 18:46, Reply)

New Years 2001
Aged 13, went to a party and got slammed on one too many lager shandys. Ended up falling asleep in the dog basket at 4am. The amount of dog hair in my mouth the next morning was quite an acheivement, I was physically coughing up furballs.
( Rookie You'll have to speak up, I'm wearing a towel, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 18:41, Reply)

In the back of a hearse
My family were undertakers, and just before my uncle retired, we sold one of the old wagons, and drove it to the docks to take it to England, the ferry was not sailing due to rough weather, and they would not let us board for the same reason, so I simply jumped in the back and nodded off. Got some rather strange looks in the morning.....
( TBL I posted this on, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 18:28, Reply)

an out of control party...
led to the police being called after the windows started getting smashed, the blue lights showed and i locked myself into the cupboard under the stairs, set my phone alarm for 3am and tried to go to sleep. woke up at 3am and unlocked myself(after a mild panic) and climbed out of one of said broken windows to freedom. the next afternoon i heard of the chasedown and overnight arrest of many drunken people by 10 policemen, rejiggling the phrase "you can hide, but you cant run".
(so_im_cynical, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 18:20, Reply)

I saw a picture of many colours...
But that might have been because I was alseep upside down on the stairs, all the blood rushing to my head, hallucinating and looking like Violet Beauregarde.

A stocky, pissed, male version of Violet Bearegarde.
(scentless_apprentice takes two bottles into the shower!, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 18:19, Reply)

In
In your bed :-P

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(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 18:16, Reply)

Not me
Which really defies the point of the question, I ALWAYS make it to at least the floor of a room never outside. But my friend has quite a habit of 'roughing it' he's fallen asleep on a building site across the road from his house, a school playground - the caretaker chased him off with a brush because school was starting in half an hour, under quite a few bushes and on the bog a lot of times. His excuse is "I feel tired so I decide to sit down for a bit and close my eyes, when i open them again its daylight"

Ive had many a giggle of his stories.
(PieEater, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 18:11, Reply)

so many
Oh dear... where to begin.

1) A long cold night on the floor at a house party next to the kitchen door. There was no other space anywhere warmer in the student den of iniquity.

2) In the changing rooms of a well known clothing chain. It had been a heavy night the night before. I was supposed to be working there. Didn't get the sack.

3) On the floor of a meeting room when the love bug hit work a few years ago. Did 36 hours with an hours sleep. There were nice comfy chairs in the room once, but they'd been moved elsewhere. Didn't have the energy to look for where they'd been moved to.

4) In the car, on the way up to Scotland. Woke up to a wonderful sunrise, and view over rolling hills and mountains. Most splendid!
( proteus, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 18:10, Reply)

On The Road
The car broke down far from the motels, so we were forced to sleep on a noisy hospital lawn in Meridian, Mississippi, USA. Lots of tombstone makers nearby - wondered if I'd be next!

Recently slept in a SUV at the refuse tip in Moura, Queensland, AU. Curious cat kept me awake, as did the early-bird dump workers.

Slept once on Mt. Shasta in northern California, USA. Had trouble finding a flat place on the slopes, but there was this one oval stone ring that may have been a grave that we made work for us.
(Perv With A Dog had his eyes pecked out by scrub jays on, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 18:10, Reply)

Oh the number...
At a club. Several times. Once with my head against the speakers. And the next day I wondered why one ear was ringing.

Another time I sat cross-legged on the floor drinking a water. Dropped my head and fell asleep.

Finally, I laid out on a quiet area, to wake and see drugs being dealt above my head.

They wouldn't share.

Bastards.
(beatpig understands subliminalesbianmessagaying., Fri 29 Dec 2006, 17:37, Reply)

Well.............
1/ In the luggage racks on a particularly grim ferry crossing 1982/1984/1987 and 1996
2/ In a particularly strangely home made hammock between palm trees on Ko Pha Ngang
3/ On the beach DURING a full moon party on Ko pha Ngang
4/ In a car, not particularly strange but, when I went to sleep it was a cold clear night. When I woke up I was under a snowdrift 40 yards from where I parked. Never did find out how.
There's a few more but my old addled braincells won't recall them now, maybe later.
(Captain Placid 24/7 ball gags, brownie mix and clown porn, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 17:26, Reply)

In a moving Bobcat loader
while driving the bloody thing.
I'd been on a very boozy all nighter with workmates.Half of the night involved trying to escape the drunken clutches of one bloke's girlfriend so I'd had no sleep at all. They kindly gave me the spare room but she kept creeping in and grabbing me tackle under the bedclothes. Not wishing to be caught in this scenario I stayed awake and staggered into work still wrecked.About 20 seconds into driving the bobcat I dozed off, only waking again when I ran very slowly and gently into a wall about 50 metres from where I'd started.For anyone who doesn't know, Bobcats are operated at full revs and the driver is sitting inches from the engine; the roar is bloody loud.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 17:24, Reply)

The lift shaft of an Oxford car park
waiting for the May Day pubs to open at 6am
( Hankster, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 17:15, Reply)

In a herb garden
Went out to see my mates band at the village hall, drank too much paint thinner, must've wandered into somebodies garden.
Woken up after a while by my phone. It's still dark.
"Hello?"
"Are you coming home tonight?" (mum)
"Yup, pick me up" (spoken in drunk)

Look around, nice herb bed.
Leave the garden, get to the main road, get picked up.

Half way home, mum stops the car and proceeds to knock seven shades of shit out of me.

Apparently I smelt of drugs.
(Good Looking Deity Grew a magnificent beard on, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 17:06, Reply)

wow...decisions decisions...
I've slept in a fair few weird places in my time...
in a broken hammock in the middle of the jungle in borneo having put it up and one end snapping, and being too lazy/drunk to fix it.
i once passed out having taken a sitting down piss in a friends bathroom, bollock naked half in the bath, they went about arranging every single kitchen appliance/piece of furniture around me, topping it off with my toothbrush (brush end first) and a double decker shoved between my arse cheeks.
i have also slept for 12 hours in tokyo airport having missed my flight, so played the playstation for a couple of hours and then went to sleep.
finally i once woke up to find my self still in black-tie after a rugby dinner outside my college, in a hedge, with people walking past at about 9am, made it to first lecture tho.
( Mr Jamie, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 17:04, Reply)

North Korea

( Fraser has joined the Moomins., Fri 29 Dec 2006, 16:54, Reply)

Kineta Train Station
Kineta train "station" (i. e. a hut consisting of two wooden walls and a tin roof) was undoubtedly the strangest place where I have slept.

The three of us stranded there one evening on our way to Athens after finding out that the local camping site, as usual, proved to be much, much further away than advertised.

It wasn't too bad: there were a wooden bench, and, for some strange reason, two comfy chairs (soggy).
(thewhale, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 16:42, Reply)

Cold and Wet
After having five or six too many on my mates 18th, i woke up to find myself completely buried under a carpet of leaves, in a forest about 10 miles from the pub i'd been at.

It being spring, i was soaked to the skin, and the leaves probably saved me from getting hypothermic.

Also the boot of a car.
( Risk It For A Biscuit has a helicopter and lives in space, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 16:33, Reply)

Outside Toymaster
In Poole bus station. In our rumbunctious youth me and my "crew" had decided to pull an all-nighter at the local skatepark. After trying to kip under the ramps with the strong odour of hobo piss we had moved on to thesubway under the railway. The wind blew straight down there, seriously, you could have tested the aerodynamics of concord. Next stop is the bus station to see if KFC is still open as the munchies have kicked in. No joy. We give in and curl up in the doorway of Toymaster like the littlest match girl. Cue, after a full half-hour of sleep, the street sweeping machine coming at us at full throttle. Worst. Alarm clock. EVER.
(Melmite This is a MUMORPUGUH!, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 16:32, Reply)

France.
...
(abignumber, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 16:30, Reply)

Click I like this.
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(abignumber, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 16:28, Reply)

I once woke up in a field surrounded by cows
some where near Llanberis in Snowdonia. I had gone out on the piss in Manchester.
(el_meerkat, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 16:24, Reply)

In the 6th form dormitory….of the local boys school
I went to an all-girls convent school which shared its sixth-form with the local all-boys school run by monks. One of my ‘A’ levels was Politics – taught at the boys’ school and I was the only girl in the class. Our very nice politics master (just out of the army and unbelievably cool – he took us to the pub on a school trip….) wanted us to watch the state opening of Parliament on TV. The only available television was one in the sixth form dorms…..and this being the middle of the school day he thought there was no problem taking half a dozen pupils up there…even if one was a girl….

So we all casually wander up to the dorm….me feeling a mixture of sheer terror and warm excitement, particularly as some of the upper sixth had just come back from playing rugby and were wandering about their dorm getting showered and changed – of course I averted my eyes and our teacher shouted at the top of his voice, “Dicks away gentlemen, lady in the corridor”.

Anyway, we went into this small room to watch the TV, I take a seat at the back. Unusually for most catholic boarding schools they had turned the heating on and the seats were very comfy.

For the first ten minutes or so I was fully conscious and even taking a bit of interest in the proceedings at Westminster, but the heat of the room soon got to be too much and I was asleep.

I’m not sure how much I missed but I came to as I felt a warm hand edging up under my skirt and pausing only when it reached the top of my stockings (compulsory uniform – honestly). My eyes were still closed and I allowed myself to enjoy the moment; hoping it was our teacher…..the fingers were now trailing along my stocking top towards my inner thigh…..I’m embarrassed to say but my legs naturally started to fall open and….

“Here’s Black Rod hammering against the door of the Commons demanding entry”

My eyes opened, the warm insistent hand withdrew and I found myself looking at the class geek…..
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 16:03, Reply)

I once slept on a home made tower approx 2-3 stories high...
was part of a fundraiser for my local scout group. the tower was made of logs tied together by ourselves with a couple of floorboards as a level platform to pitch a tent! (we cooked/slept/lived on that tower for a weekend!)

It was amusing that one of the other volunteer campers was afraid of heights... the slightest move shook the tower and made him paranoid...
(mudslinger lives in a house surrounded by pussy....... cats!, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 16:00, Reply)

Ipswich
(Lambkin, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 15:58, Reply)

getting used to bunk beds
one night I started off on the top bunk - during the night I rolled over and went THUD!

I moaned a bit from the pain and/or shock but was so tired so I fell asleep in seconds in the middle of my bedroom floor. Mum found be curled up on the floor in the morning.
(mudslinger lives in a house surrounded by pussy....... cats!, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 15:54, Reply)

this one time... on scout camp.....
coming back from a full on weekend - I had the bus seat near the door of the bus - fell asleep with my head directly rattling on the handrail.

Kinda painful on the potholes but I actually slept there for most of the trip back home!
(mudslinger lives in a house surrounded by pussy....... cats!, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 15:47, Reply)

one of my managers....
back in them pizza delivery days - came back from a delivery one evening and found him buried under the hotcell bags under the bench.

Toasty and warm those things....
(mudslinger lives in a house surrounded by pussy....... cats!, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 15:44, Reply)

Ramsgate NCP carpark
on the concrete steps after missing the last coach home because some ferry security people wanted to strew my belongings down the concourse and photocopy my passport several times, before I even reached customs. 6 weeks worth of student socks and pants (i.e. 4 pairs of each). Didn't know at the time but there is a man who is the only person allowed to sleep in that carpark. Found out soon enough when the baseball bat missed my snoring head by a couple of millimetres.
Oh - and naked under a table with a kitchen knife in my arm I'd apparently put there myself. Grandad was right. Our family can't take whiskey. Or whisky. Gin, on the other hand, just makes me piss on the floor on all fours barking like a dog.
(dunlintemminck after 40 years it's come to this?, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 15:42, Reply)