There are a couple...
...apart from Slough.

At college, I went to a 'classy' party at a club above megabowl, after several straight JD's I go to the bog, only to then be woken by bouncers kicking the door open, and assisting me out, as 'the club closed an hour ago' - think I was about 3 hours lost...I then found my mates outside, still waiting for taxi, and promptly fell asleesp on a bridge, which in't that strange me thinks...

But, the best one, by far, is the time, shortly after breaking up with the ex, the real headfu*k stupid c*** who robbed me blind (another story). Was at a mates house for the weekend, and had to have words with my best mate who had a reputation as a proper p***head, and a C*** to boot, as they had a new flatmate and wanted to make a good impression. The good news for them is that he behaved himself. The bad news for them, is that thinking I'ddone such a good job telling him to behave himself, I had 'one too many.' To cut a, probably, long story short, I woke up in the morning with my face on the carpet, my feet were halfway up the stairs (i'm tall, and my legs/feet are still attached), with my head surrounded by what can only be described as 'pure black' - something which had come out of my body, which was the purest black I think I have ever seen, no idea what it was, i think i had been drinking bacardi (wtf?). I have clear memory of lying there seemingly paralysed having a conversation with aforementioned new flatmate, unable to move, or really speak, with people going up and down stairs over me.

Still, the carpet - a good few years on - still has black stains, even after my mate cleared up my deposits (poor guy!), and I don't often get asked back. Still, sleeping at that angle has to be good once in a while....

click i like this, make me feel good....

Incidentally, , brie is nice.
(What's your favourite cheese?, Sat 30 Dec 2006, 0:05, Reply)