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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A stiffie like a milk bottle.
Long time reader first time poster so forgive the length.
Sometimes it's the circumstances that make a bed, and a very nice one it was too, a strange place. Scroll back a few years when I still kept in contact with the geeky boys that I was friends with at school, and one night on the sauce.
A mate was close to a jolly young woman who was inteligent, funny, loud and a county standard shot putter. We met her in a grotty dive in nottingham and the 4 of us (S who knew her, G who was on prozac and "going through some things" and me) ended up staying in her flat. A few drinks a few laughs and then to bed. S and I were asked if it was OK if we shared her double bed, and she and G would sleep in the living room... no really they were going to "sleep". So this is the moment when I woke up in the night and wondered how strange life could get. I was in bed with my drunk farting friend, whilst my mate on prozac was being touched in a wrong way by a lady shot putter, the guy in the flat below was playing his digereedoooo and I had an inexplicable stiffie like a milk bottle. That was the night when I realised that life isn't normal.
ps. Once also fell asleep on an empty train from Dublin to Belfast. Woke up in a very crowded train in Belfast with my head in a pool of dribble, and a nun offering me a sweet.
I'm new so be kind :-)
( , Tue 2 Jan 2007, 11:15, Reply)
Long time reader first time poster so forgive the length.
Sometimes it's the circumstances that make a bed, and a very nice one it was too, a strange place. Scroll back a few years when I still kept in contact with the geeky boys that I was friends with at school, and one night on the sauce.
A mate was close to a jolly young woman who was inteligent, funny, loud and a county standard shot putter. We met her in a grotty dive in nottingham and the 4 of us (S who knew her, G who was on prozac and "going through some things" and me) ended up staying in her flat. A few drinks a few laughs and then to bed. S and I were asked if it was OK if we shared her double bed, and she and G would sleep in the living room... no really they were going to "sleep". So this is the moment when I woke up in the night and wondered how strange life could get. I was in bed with my drunk farting friend, whilst my mate on prozac was being touched in a wrong way by a lady shot putter, the guy in the flat below was playing his digereedoooo and I had an inexplicable stiffie like a milk bottle. That was the night when I realised that life isn't normal.
ps. Once also fell asleep on an empty train from Dublin to Belfast. Woke up in a very crowded train in Belfast with my head in a pool of dribble, and a nun offering me a sweet.
I'm new so be kind :-)
( , Tue 2 Jan 2007, 11:15, Reply)
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