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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The one and only time I ever slept in halls during Uni….
I had just started seeing a lad from the North East but we could only catch up with each other at the weekends, so my friends decided I needed a night out to enjoy myself…..
One particular friend, Kathy, was rather partial to young soldiers (this was a garrison town….with a regiment from the North East coincidentally). So we go out around town only going to pubs full of squaddies (um, all of them). Kathy finds her current shag-group (yes, she had a whole gang of them that she changed as often as her knickers) and I soon find myself chatting to a very nice chap by the name of Ned…..
Five or so glasses of wine later we make our way back towards Uni – I am by now staggering just slightly and keep offering to show my stocking-tops (why I drink I’ll never know…it always ends up like this….). Kathy decides that now would be a good time to attempt to push me through Dixons’ shop window as her partner for the evening is very keen to see said stocking-tops, as is Ned…..Argument sorted out – I had to kiss and make up with her as she was the one with a spare room….
We get back to Kathy’s room and fortunately her (awful) roommate has gone home for a few days so I can stay in her room….Ned joins me and most of the night is great fun – I do remember pretty much all of it, but the gymnastics did make me feel a little queasy…fortunately the room had a sink….
A little sleeping was done, not much, but a little…..
Anyway, a day or so later the roommate returns and falls out big time with Kathy – no one had thought to empty the bin in her room and she guessed someone had used her bed….But that was the least of my troubles……Met up with Ned, he and I were still getting on like a house on fire until Kathy mentioned the lad I was seeing already…..
Firstly it turned out they came from the same town and had mutual friends, not good – so I couldn’t see him again….and secondly I found out that ‘apparently’ Ned was far, far more innocent than he appeared to be…..either that or I am amazingly good at leading young men astray…….
( , Thu 4 Jan 2007, 11:03, Reply)
I had just started seeing a lad from the North East but we could only catch up with each other at the weekends, so my friends decided I needed a night out to enjoy myself…..
One particular friend, Kathy, was rather partial to young soldiers (this was a garrison town….with a regiment from the North East coincidentally). So we go out around town only going to pubs full of squaddies (um, all of them). Kathy finds her current shag-group (yes, she had a whole gang of them that she changed as often as her knickers) and I soon find myself chatting to a very nice chap by the name of Ned…..
Five or so glasses of wine later we make our way back towards Uni – I am by now staggering just slightly and keep offering to show my stocking-tops (why I drink I’ll never know…it always ends up like this….). Kathy decides that now would be a good time to attempt to push me through Dixons’ shop window as her partner for the evening is very keen to see said stocking-tops, as is Ned…..Argument sorted out – I had to kiss and make up with her as she was the one with a spare room….
We get back to Kathy’s room and fortunately her (awful) roommate has gone home for a few days so I can stay in her room….Ned joins me and most of the night is great fun – I do remember pretty much all of it, but the gymnastics did make me feel a little queasy…fortunately the room had a sink….
A little sleeping was done, not much, but a little…..
Anyway, a day or so later the roommate returns and falls out big time with Kathy – no one had thought to empty the bin in her room and she guessed someone had used her bed….But that was the least of my troubles……Met up with Ned, he and I were still getting on like a house on fire until Kathy mentioned the lad I was seeing already…..
Firstly it turned out they came from the same town and had mutual friends, not good – so I couldn’t see him again….and secondly I found out that ‘apparently’ Ned was far, far more innocent than he appeared to be…..either that or I am amazingly good at leading young men astray…….
( , Thu 4 Jan 2007, 11:03, Reply)
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