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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hehe, forgot this one
Went to Ibiza during a local heatwave in June '03 (or '04, can't remember exactly). Had a hotel right in the middle of San Antonio, right beside the beach (literally 4 yards from the back of the hotel), plus all the opening parties we could ask for.
Because it was the end of June though, the temperatures soared and hit 40 degrees C plus at midnight, let alone the next day in the sun. Me being slightly overweight and having my own lagging system built in was not good, and halfway through the hols led me to stroll into the kitchen one afternoon while apparently speaking garbled bollocks to the lads and falling about dizzily.
They acted quickly, and emptied the small box fridge in the appartment (well I say emptied, they removed one shelf and a cabbage). They stuffed me into the fridge and closed the door.
An hour later I wake up with me knees under my chin stuffed into a box, wondering where the fuck I am but at the same time feeling completely refreshed. I push open the door, climb out and say "Errr alright lads?" to the guys and walk into my room completely unaware of what I was sleeping in.
I lost a stone 'n' half in 11 days through sheer sweat; fuck weight watchers. That is the easiest way to diet by far.
( , Wed 3 Jan 2007, 8:21, Reply)
Went to Ibiza during a local heatwave in June '03 (or '04, can't remember exactly). Had a hotel right in the middle of San Antonio, right beside the beach (literally 4 yards from the back of the hotel), plus all the opening parties we could ask for.
Because it was the end of June though, the temperatures soared and hit 40 degrees C plus at midnight, let alone the next day in the sun. Me being slightly overweight and having my own lagging system built in was not good, and halfway through the hols led me to stroll into the kitchen one afternoon while apparently speaking garbled bollocks to the lads and falling about dizzily.
They acted quickly, and emptied the small box fridge in the appartment (well I say emptied, they removed one shelf and a cabbage). They stuffed me into the fridge and closed the door.
An hour later I wake up with me knees under my chin stuffed into a box, wondering where the fuck I am but at the same time feeling completely refreshed. I push open the door, climb out and say "Errr alright lads?" to the guys and walk into my room completely unaware of what I was sleeping in.
I lost a stone 'n' half in 11 days through sheer sweat; fuck weight watchers. That is the easiest way to diet by far.
( , Wed 3 Jan 2007, 8:21, Reply)
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