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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I've never been good in the dark
or in spooky places (unless accompanied). I'm the one who can always manage the 'there's something looking over my shoulder' feeling in an empty room. When I was about twelve, Mum took my brother and I to see two days of a big event, and told us we'd be camping at the friend of a friend's place. Great! Camping! Fun! We packed the car and headed off to sunny gloucester. In the car, somebody who was with us let slip some comment about 'on old church' and was immediatly hushed by Mum. Odd. When we arrived, I discovered that these friends of friend's lived in a converted church and that their garden was in fact a dis-used cemetry, complete with 'former headstone' patio (the stones still stood around the back! Great. Let's find the kid most scared of this shit and make him camp over dead people....
( , Sat 30 Dec 2006, 9:31, Reply)
or in spooky places (unless accompanied). I'm the one who can always manage the 'there's something looking over my shoulder' feeling in an empty room. When I was about twelve, Mum took my brother and I to see two days of a big event, and told us we'd be camping at the friend of a friend's place. Great! Camping! Fun! We packed the car and headed off to sunny gloucester. In the car, somebody who was with us let slip some comment about 'on old church' and was immediatly hushed by Mum. Odd. When we arrived, I discovered that these friends of friend's lived in a converted church and that their garden was in fact a dis-used cemetry, complete with 'former headstone' patio (the stones still stood around the back! Great. Let's find the kid most scared of this shit and make him camp over dead people....
( , Sat 30 Dec 2006, 9:31, Reply)
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