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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Scarborough
My (now ex) boyfriend, his two pillhead mates and squeaky clean me went to Scarborough about 5 years ago to 'enjoy' New Year's Eve on the beach.
We were actually aiming for Blackpool, but at 8pm in Leeds station when there are no other trains, any coast will do, as Jason Donovan doesn't sing.
12.00 came and fireworks were enjoyed. We had a very dirty kebab just off the seafront. Then we went to bed.
In the middle of the sodding beach. In our drunken/drugged minds we didn't twig that the tide just might come in (feet practically in the water as it was).
I have never been so cold, so miserable, so wet or wished I was home so much - which was Bradford, so you understand how bad I felt.
We ended up putting a shit hotel on credit cards and having to leg it in the morning cos the pillhead mates had stolen all the china. Twats.
( , Tue 2 Jan 2007, 14:07, Reply)
My (now ex) boyfriend, his two pillhead mates and squeaky clean me went to Scarborough about 5 years ago to 'enjoy' New Year's Eve on the beach.
We were actually aiming for Blackpool, but at 8pm in Leeds station when there are no other trains, any coast will do, as Jason Donovan doesn't sing.
12.00 came and fireworks were enjoyed. We had a very dirty kebab just off the seafront. Then we went to bed.
In the middle of the sodding beach. In our drunken/drugged minds we didn't twig that the tide just might come in (feet practically in the water as it was).
I have never been so cold, so miserable, so wet or wished I was home so much - which was Bradford, so you understand how bad I felt.
We ended up putting a shit hotel on credit cards and having to leg it in the morning cos the pillhead mates had stolen all the china. Twats.
( , Tue 2 Jan 2007, 14:07, Reply)
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