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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Martin Fowler's fruit 'n' veg stall....
....well not exactly Mr Fowler's own stall but t'was a market stall all the same. Me and pal had been drinking lethal cocktails in Covent Garden from 4pm until sill o'clock. Being drunk we couldn't actually fathom out what the little handies on our watches were telling us so wandered out of the bar we were in to discover there were no more trains and we were stuck. Being drunk we didn't have the sense to pool our pennies and get a cab. No, we decided to kip on one of the deserted market barrow things until the trains came back to life. We also bribed a random man with cigarettes to act as our bodyguard, which he happily did, even ensuring we got on the correct train once the tubes were up and running again a few hours later. Ah, those were the days
( , Thu 4 Jan 2007, 11:49, Reply)
....well not exactly Mr Fowler's own stall but t'was a market stall all the same. Me and pal had been drinking lethal cocktails in Covent Garden from 4pm until sill o'clock. Being drunk we couldn't actually fathom out what the little handies on our watches were telling us so wandered out of the bar we were in to discover there were no more trains and we were stuck. Being drunk we didn't have the sense to pool our pennies and get a cab. No, we decided to kip on one of the deserted market barrow things until the trains came back to life. We also bribed a random man with cigarettes to act as our bodyguard, which he happily did, even ensuring we got on the correct train once the tubes were up and running again a few hours later. Ah, those were the days
( , Thu 4 Jan 2007, 11:49, Reply)
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