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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Ive slept under a bus at the last station on the Picadilly line north. Fell asleep on the tube, pissed, and woke up in middle of nowheresville. There was a bus due to leave in 4 hours, and for some reason, the depot left the engine running. This being the middle of november, underneath it was the warmest place I could find. Also woke up in Picadilly circus one Monday morning, having been out for a couple of scoops the Friday night, to a phone call from my agent asking if I could do a job in Poland Street. 5 minutes away. Of bloody course I could! Must have looked (and smelt) a sight mind.
The coup de Grace has to be falling asleep at a party, in the middle of the floor, whilst said party continued around me.
I remember the event mostly for having to rummage through the ashtrays in the morning to conjure up enough baccy to roll a fag with before daring to venture outside.
( , Mon 1 Jan 2007, 18:47, Reply)
Ive slept under a bus at the last station on the Picadilly line north. Fell asleep on the tube, pissed, and woke up in middle of nowheresville. There was a bus due to leave in 4 hours, and for some reason, the depot left the engine running. This being the middle of november, underneath it was the warmest place I could find. Also woke up in Picadilly circus one Monday morning, having been out for a couple of scoops the Friday night, to a phone call from my agent asking if I could do a job in Poland Street. 5 minutes away. Of bloody course I could! Must have looked (and smelt) a sight mind.
The coup de Grace has to be falling asleep at a party, in the middle of the floor, whilst said party continued around me.
I remember the event mostly for having to rummage through the ashtrays in the morning to conjure up enough baccy to roll a fag with before daring to venture outside.
( , Mon 1 Jan 2007, 18:47, Reply)
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