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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Driving...
Tired after a long day at work, heading home. Heater on, fuggy car, shite on the radio.
I hear a 'bump' and realise I've hit something.
Pulling over sharpish, I see there's a pretty woman on the other side of the road, rubbing her bum.
Sounds funny, but I'd hit her with my offside wing mirror. She was standing in the middle of the road waiting to cross. I never saw her.
She thought someone had 'slapped her bum' driving past. She was really good about it. I was ready to face the Wrath of Plod, and fair enough.
When I got home, I stood next to the car close enough to be hit by my mirror.
It scared me shitless.
My front wing must have been only a couple of inches from her.
I was doing 28ish in a 30 zone. I don't think she knows how close I came to killing her.
Length? Six inches makes a massive difference.
( , Sat 30 Dec 2006, 1:08, Reply)
Tired after a long day at work, heading home. Heater on, fuggy car, shite on the radio.
I hear a 'bump' and realise I've hit something.
Pulling over sharpish, I see there's a pretty woman on the other side of the road, rubbing her bum.
Sounds funny, but I'd hit her with my offside wing mirror. She was standing in the middle of the road waiting to cross. I never saw her.
She thought someone had 'slapped her bum' driving past. She was really good about it. I was ready to face the Wrath of Plod, and fair enough.
When I got home, I stood next to the car close enough to be hit by my mirror.
It scared me shitless.
My front wing must have been only a couple of inches from her.
I was doing 28ish in a 30 zone. I don't think she knows how close I came to killing her.
Length? Six inches makes a massive difference.
( , Sat 30 Dec 2006, 1:08, Reply)
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