Blanket of Snow
After a night full of booze and frollics, it was traditional for us to pile back to my mates house, raid his cupboards for food and eventually pass out... this usually worked out quite well except for one fateful winters night (trying to add to the drama you see...).

anyway, my mate ended up leaving earlier than me, i stayed till the nightclub closed at 2am and waited in the snow a while for a taxi, got the taxi and barely scraped the fare with my last remaining pennies and was dropped by his house.

The door was unusually locked, and the lights were out.. hmm, strange... after much door banging and throwing mud at the window I figured that if he was actually in there, he was unconscious to the point of death.

I had no money, was miles away from anywere and had no credit on my phone so basically my only option was to set-up camp. I had a short sleeved shirt on, no coat (i'm northern ya see) aand no real way of keeping warm...

In my drunken state i decided that the step looked a bit damp (albeit slightly sheltered by 2 walls and a porch) so drunken logic advised me that the best, warmest and safest course of action would be to climb on top of the porch and sleep, as surely it would be much dryer and warmer up there........ so there i sat, soaked through with snow pelting into my fact at 3am huddled on top of my friends porch.

At around 4am the neighbours husband (who i occasionally exchange pleasantries with) arrived home from a night-shift, he graciously asked me if i would like to come in for a warm until my mate wakes up.. again.. drunken logic told me that my mate would get up soon and i was fine where i was....

eventually i passed out on the roof, in the snow, and the wet, and the wind.. my mate woke me up at 8am covered in snow, i could barely move but i've never been so happy to see anyone in my life, once i managed to fall down off the porch i literally crawled into the house and spoke in tounges for a while.

Took me a whole day of lying in a warm bed and drinking hot drinks to stop feeling cold.. still i would do it all again cos it just proves that if i can sleep in the snow with no special clothing im either a) a double hard northern bastard or b) all these mountain climbers are pansies with their tents and duffle coats!

apologies for length and girth, the cold did affect it so i may be over-compensating
(ShavenLunatic says touch your nose!, Fri 29 Dec 2006, 13:22, Reply)