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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There's only a few million people there....
I went to Hyde Park one day many years ago and there was some sort of rally. Being nosey, I went and had a squiz. Somehow I ended up getting into a blue with some twat protester with a blue mohawk and enough steel hanging off his skin to attach an annex to.
Anyways, I departed the scene and headed off on a pub crawl. Suitably pissed many hours later, I managed to pick up some punky looking chick and headed back to hers. No idea where as I was well off my tits. After trading bodily fluids we fell asleep in the bed.
At about 4am there was a load of banging and crashing and I woke up to find one very pissed off boyfriend (apparently) standing over the bed calling me unsavoury names, abusing the hell out of this chick, and getting ready to kill me.
Bugger me if it wasn't the twat with a blue mohawk and enough steel hanging off his skin to attach an annex to.
Oops. But still, what are the odds of that in a small town like London? It was worth a few bruises just to get the story.
Awkward mornings are better than boring evenings anyway, so meh. Blouse that he was.
( , Fri 29 Dec 2006, 23:06, Reply)
I went to Hyde Park one day many years ago and there was some sort of rally. Being nosey, I went and had a squiz. Somehow I ended up getting into a blue with some twat protester with a blue mohawk and enough steel hanging off his skin to attach an annex to.
Anyways, I departed the scene and headed off on a pub crawl. Suitably pissed many hours later, I managed to pick up some punky looking chick and headed back to hers. No idea where as I was well off my tits. After trading bodily fluids we fell asleep in the bed.
At about 4am there was a load of banging and crashing and I woke up to find one very pissed off boyfriend (apparently) standing over the bed calling me unsavoury names, abusing the hell out of this chick, and getting ready to kill me.
Bugger me if it wasn't the twat with a blue mohawk and enough steel hanging off his skin to attach an annex to.
Oops. But still, what are the odds of that in a small town like London? It was worth a few bruises just to get the story.
Awkward mornings are better than boring evenings anyway, so meh. Blouse that he was.
( , Fri 29 Dec 2006, 23:06, Reply)
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