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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Standing up in an arsonist's bedroom doorway.
I worked in a naughty kids' home, looking after 'out of control' teenagers. Some were on bail for quite serious offences. One of my jobs was to stop them running off, by nonphysical means if possible.
One good method was to stand in their doorway facing inwards at night. After about half an hour, they'd quietly open the door and peer out, to be confronted by my ugly mug staring back at them.
They'd usually jump out of their skins, admit defeat and go back to bed, and I'd adjourn to the kitchen for a brew.
Sometimes I'd stand in the doorway for a bit longer. It was very boring, and it's easier to fall asleep standing up than you'd think.
I thought this was my little secret until one of the arsonists peeped through the crack of the door and saw me leaning on the door jamb, arms crossed, fast asleep, gob wide open, snoring loudly.
This was ten years ago, before mobile camera phones and digital photography, so it was my word against his. If he'd had proof I'd have got the sack. Wouldn't get away with it now!
( , Fri 29 Dec 2006, 15:30, Reply)
I worked in a naughty kids' home, looking after 'out of control' teenagers. Some were on bail for quite serious offences. One of my jobs was to stop them running off, by nonphysical means if possible.
One good method was to stand in their doorway facing inwards at night. After about half an hour, they'd quietly open the door and peer out, to be confronted by my ugly mug staring back at them.
They'd usually jump out of their skins, admit defeat and go back to bed, and I'd adjourn to the kitchen for a brew.
Sometimes I'd stand in the doorway for a bit longer. It was very boring, and it's easier to fall asleep standing up than you'd think.
I thought this was my little secret until one of the arsonists peeped through the crack of the door and saw me leaning on the door jamb, arms crossed, fast asleep, gob wide open, snoring loudly.
This was ten years ago, before mobile camera phones and digital photography, so it was my word against his. If he'd had proof I'd have got the sack. Wouldn't get away with it now!
( , Fri 29 Dec 2006, 15:30, Reply)
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