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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Sorry, wrong number
I have *tried* to sleep on the floor at Euston station a few years ago after missing the last train home , preferring to see the end of a gig.
At about 3am, the place was pretty much still and quiet, the only people allowed in had to have a valid ticket and most were trying to grab a bit of shut-eye. Then one of the phones in the centre of the concourse started to ring........and ring. And fucking ring.
After about 10 minutes, I'd had enough and strode over to answer the damned thing.....only for it to stop ringing just as I reached it.
I'd just laid down when it started again. Oh, how "they" must have laughed at such a jolly jape as we played this game a couple of times more. Then I went and spoiled it for them by going to every one of the 30 telephones and leaving them dangling off the hook.
And pissed in their photo booth.
( , Sun 31 Dec 2006, 19:51, Reply)
I have *tried* to sleep on the floor at Euston station a few years ago after missing the last train home , preferring to see the end of a gig.
At about 3am, the place was pretty much still and quiet, the only people allowed in had to have a valid ticket and most were trying to grab a bit of shut-eye. Then one of the phones in the centre of the concourse started to ring........and ring. And fucking ring.
After about 10 minutes, I'd had enough and strode over to answer the damned thing.....only for it to stop ringing just as I reached it.
I'd just laid down when it started again. Oh, how "they" must have laughed at such a jolly jape as we played this game a couple of times more. Then I went and spoiled it for them by going to every one of the 30 telephones and leaving them dangling off the hook.
And pissed in their photo booth.
( , Sun 31 Dec 2006, 19:51, Reply)
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