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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The Places I Remember
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I may expand on these later if i can be arsed.
Inside a tank. A big one that goes bang.
In a barn in the Brenner Pass, Austria after a thunderstorm flattened our tent.
In a graveyard after pitching tent in the dark.
In a bed covered in glass during the London Hurricane. The bloody windows had blown in and I slept through the whole thing. Alcohol may have been involved.
Under many tables in many nightclubs.
Under my desk at telecom company. That happened so often that I kept a sleeping bag there.
On my desk at too many companies to mention.
In a hotel (HAH!) room for assylum seekers in Croydon with a chair jammed under the door handle and a chair leg in my hand.
On the fucking train to London waaaay too many times.
On the fucking train from London as I snored my way past my stop and ended up in Jockland - again, too many times.
Under the boardwalk at the Cannes film festival circa 1983.
Heathrow, Gatwick, Lagos, Newcastle, Belfast (both of them ), Los Angeles airports.
But the worst place I slept was in a bed with a fat pig. I had to. I was married to her.
Cheers
( , Sat 30 Dec 2006, 11:10, Reply)
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I may expand on these later if i can be arsed.
Inside a tank. A big one that goes bang.
In a barn in the Brenner Pass, Austria after a thunderstorm flattened our tent.
In a graveyard after pitching tent in the dark.
In a bed covered in glass during the London Hurricane. The bloody windows had blown in and I slept through the whole thing. Alcohol may have been involved.
Under many tables in many nightclubs.
Under my desk at telecom company. That happened so often that I kept a sleeping bag there.
On my desk at too many companies to mention.
In a hotel (HAH!) room for assylum seekers in Croydon with a chair jammed under the door handle and a chair leg in my hand.
On the fucking train to London waaaay too many times.
On the fucking train from London as I snored my way past my stop and ended up in Jockland - again, too many times.
Under the boardwalk at the Cannes film festival circa 1983.
Heathrow, Gatwick, Lagos, Newcastle, Belfast (both of them ), Los Angeles airports.
But the worst place I slept was in a bed with a fat pig. I had to. I was married to her.
Cheers
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