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 scout hut
In some god forsaken town - a group of us went to see a gig there in the early nineties.
We promptly got incredibly drunk and sauntered off in search of a pub, much drinking and groping of local lovelies later we head for the train station for the 20 mile ride home.
We had missed the train by ten minutes and with the princely sum of £2.30 between us couldn't afford a cab.
Back to the Scout Hut - one window left a jar was all we needed to gain entrance.
Found foam matress' and sleeping bags, so a comfortable kip was had - due to us being pissed we couldn't work the heating so all woke up rather early because of the cold.
Send two mates out for rations - stolen milk and orange juice off doorsteps. The kitchen had tea and sugar so I made a brew.
We left them two pints of milk and a thank you note.
The following week the local rag reported 'outrage as vandals wreck scout hut' it went on to describe the hundreds of pounds worth of damage we'd allegedly committed.
Personally I think Akela was a theiving bastard who tried it on for the insurance money and hate-mail was promptly sent.
( , Thu 4 Jan 2007, 10:34, Reply)
In some god forsaken town - a group of us went to see a gig there in the early nineties.
We promptly got incredibly drunk and sauntered off in search of a pub, much drinking and groping of local lovelies later we head for the train station for the 20 mile ride home.
We had missed the train by ten minutes and with the princely sum of £2.30 between us couldn't afford a cab.
Back to the Scout Hut - one window left a jar was all we needed to gain entrance.
Found foam matress' and sleeping bags, so a comfortable kip was had - due to us being pissed we couldn't work the heating so all woke up rather early because of the cold.
Send two mates out for rations - stolen milk and orange juice off doorsteps. The kitchen had tea and sugar so I made a brew.
We left them two pints of milk and a thank you note.
The following week the local rag reported 'outrage as vandals wreck scout hut' it went on to describe the hundreds of pounds worth of damage we'd allegedly committed.
Personally I think Akela was a theiving bastard who tried it on for the insurance money and hate-mail was promptly sent.
( , Thu 4 Jan 2007, 10:34, Reply)
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