Where is the strangest place you have slept?
'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)
'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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A Barge
Far too many to accurately remember. The usual front gardens, train stations (complete with commuters milling around - very surreal) and a golf course.
The worst, or at least the most terrifying, was a barge moored somewhere in a little Oxfordshire village called, somethingorother-On-Thames.
How I came to be here is a story in itself, but I'd insisted on passing out in a field after spending a great deal of the day drinking brandy and alco-pops. All topped off with an excessively bawdy session in one of the local pubs.
Anyway, the last I remember is waking up and thinking 'bugger this, I'm walking home'. I was later told that the people on the barge saw me stagger blindly into the river and carry on walking. They pulled me out when they realised what was going on. Christ knows what would have happened if the barge hadn't have been there. The people who pulled me out very probably saved my life.
I awoke on their barge soaking wet and freezing cold. They told me what had happened and I don't think I've ever sobered up so quickly in my life. I had, and still have, absolutely no recollection of my little wander at all.
Far from minding that I'd soaked their bed, they offered me cups of tea, a change of clothes and made sure I was OK. They even found out where I worked so they could return the travel card I'd accidentally left there. All for a drunken stranger.
So, if any of you happen to be reading this, thanks again! True stars the lot of you.
( , Fri 29 Dec 2006, 13:22, Reply)
Far too many to accurately remember. The usual front gardens, train stations (complete with commuters milling around - very surreal) and a golf course.
The worst, or at least the most terrifying, was a barge moored somewhere in a little Oxfordshire village called, somethingorother-On-Thames.
How I came to be here is a story in itself, but I'd insisted on passing out in a field after spending a great deal of the day drinking brandy and alco-pops. All topped off with an excessively bawdy session in one of the local pubs.
Anyway, the last I remember is waking up and thinking 'bugger this, I'm walking home'. I was later told that the people on the barge saw me stagger blindly into the river and carry on walking. They pulled me out when they realised what was going on. Christ knows what would have happened if the barge hadn't have been there. The people who pulled me out very probably saved my life.
I awoke on their barge soaking wet and freezing cold. They told me what had happened and I don't think I've ever sobered up so quickly in my life. I had, and still have, absolutely no recollection of my little wander at all.
Far from minding that I'd soaked their bed, they offered me cups of tea, a change of clothes and made sure I was OK. They even found out where I worked so they could return the travel card I'd accidentally left there. All for a drunken stranger.
So, if any of you happen to be reading this, thanks again! True stars the lot of you.
( , Fri 29 Dec 2006, 13:22, Reply)
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