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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It was the absinthe shots wot did it.....
Night out with my mates in Brixton about 6 years ago, in brass-monkeys January, ending up with an ill-advised series of shots of absinthe in a rough pub somewhere. Every time I think about it I end up thinking of yet another bullet I dodged:
1. Staggering around the rougher side of Brixton trying to find my equally pissed mates, late at night, not a soul in sight
2. Crossing over the main road through Brixton not once but several times, in an absinthe-induced vomiting/staggering/hurting state
3. By now (drunk, January, freezing) I was just wearing a shirt having discarded vomit-covered jacket somewhere. I think it was in a hedge.
4. Learning the next day that continental artistic types frequently used to die of absinthe poisoning, although I think it had bad juju added to the recipe in them olden days.
5. Drunken staggerings finally led me to my mate's street - I have no idea to this day how. Futile pounding on his door led me to believe they were still out (they weren't - they were passed out indoors). So I slept in my car in -5 degrees weather.
6. At some point in the night I woke up, cold, so turned the engine on and went back to sleep. In hindsight I like to think I had performed a thorough risk assessment of risk of carbon monoxide poisoning vs freezing to death vs getting arrested for being in charge of a vehicle while drunk, but this might not be strictly true.
7. Drove home a few hours later. I tell myself I vomited out all the alcohol but good job no policeman put this to the test.
( , Fri 29 Dec 2006, 13:47, Reply)
Night out with my mates in Brixton about 6 years ago, in brass-monkeys January, ending up with an ill-advised series of shots of absinthe in a rough pub somewhere. Every time I think about it I end up thinking of yet another bullet I dodged:
1. Staggering around the rougher side of Brixton trying to find my equally pissed mates, late at night, not a soul in sight
2. Crossing over the main road through Brixton not once but several times, in an absinthe-induced vomiting/staggering/hurting state
3. By now (drunk, January, freezing) I was just wearing a shirt having discarded vomit-covered jacket somewhere. I think it was in a hedge.
4. Learning the next day that continental artistic types frequently used to die of absinthe poisoning, although I think it had bad juju added to the recipe in them olden days.
5. Drunken staggerings finally led me to my mate's street - I have no idea to this day how. Futile pounding on his door led me to believe they were still out (they weren't - they were passed out indoors). So I slept in my car in -5 degrees weather.
6. At some point in the night I woke up, cold, so turned the engine on and went back to sleep. In hindsight I like to think I had performed a thorough risk assessment of risk of carbon monoxide poisoning vs freezing to death vs getting arrested for being in charge of a vehicle while drunk, but this might not be strictly true.
7. Drove home a few hours later. I tell myself I vomited out all the alcohol but good job no policeman put this to the test.
( , Fri 29 Dec 2006, 13:47, Reply)
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