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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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.
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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.
( , Fri 29 Dec 2006, 15:42, Reply)
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