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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Unintentional outback trip
I was living in a northern suburb of Sydney, and after an all-night bender in the centre of the city, I got on a train for the 45 minute journey home at about 6am.
Obviously, I fell asleep.
I was woken by the ticket inspector who asked for my ticket, which I dutifully handed over. He then asked me for ID. In my bleary-eyed unthinking state, I handed over my passport.
The twunt then proceeded to write me out a fine for 100 dollars, and forecfully kicked me off at the next station without explanation.
Still pissed and confused, I stumbled off onto the station platform. As the train pulled off, I wondered a) why it was so brain-fryingly hot, b) why no-one was around and c) where the hell the whole of Sydney had gone. I was on a small unmanned platform, without a soul around, in blazing late morning heat, in the middle of a desolate Australian plain.
Turns out, after I'd missed my stop and the train had reached it's terminus in the city, it had changed to the morning inter-city service to Brisbane, and I had snoozed peacefully most of the way to Newcastle, and was in the outback about 250 miles north of Sydney.
I spent the next 4 hours, waiting for a train to come in the other direction, napping fitfully in a maintenance alcove off a shadeless platform.
There are hangovers and then, there are hangovers.
( , Fri 29 Dec 2006, 19:14, Reply)
I was living in a northern suburb of Sydney, and after an all-night bender in the centre of the city, I got on a train for the 45 minute journey home at about 6am.
Obviously, I fell asleep.
I was woken by the ticket inspector who asked for my ticket, which I dutifully handed over. He then asked me for ID. In my bleary-eyed unthinking state, I handed over my passport.
The twunt then proceeded to write me out a fine for 100 dollars, and forecfully kicked me off at the next station without explanation.
Still pissed and confused, I stumbled off onto the station platform. As the train pulled off, I wondered a) why it was so brain-fryingly hot, b) why no-one was around and c) where the hell the whole of Sydney had gone. I was on a small unmanned platform, without a soul around, in blazing late morning heat, in the middle of a desolate Australian plain.
Turns out, after I'd missed my stop and the train had reached it's terminus in the city, it had changed to the morning inter-city service to Brisbane, and I had snoozed peacefully most of the way to Newcastle, and was in the outback about 250 miles north of Sydney.
I spent the next 4 hours, waiting for a train to come in the other direction, napping fitfully in a maintenance alcove off a shadeless platform.
There are hangovers and then, there are hangovers.
( , Fri 29 Dec 2006, 19:14, Reply)
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