SAS? bunch of girls
Pubs, club, chunder then taxi back to friend’s house in Hereford…

up to this point was a regular night out. Get back to friend’s house and more booze and weed is consumed. Tubs (no points for guessing why he has this nickname) fell asleep on top of a glass table, I think there is a photo somewhere of him being T-bagged by the owner of the house. Not sure if the smell/slight remnants of nad sweat contributed to him then waking up and being sick all over himself, glass table then a flower bed, but that was when the night really started.

Someone decided that we should go down to the SAS barracks in Hereford (for all the yanks reading, the SAS are our army chappies who are pretty good). Being grown-up, mature and safety conscious adults nobody wanted to drink and drive. After a short discussion, the soberest of the group was found (note that soberest is a VERY relative term). Unfortunately he was the only one without a driving license. 5 of us then pile into one car and proceed to give him his first driving lesson. For reasons that escape me we were all in fancy dress by this point – not sure how that happened, seems to be a regular drunken thing though.

15 min later and we have completed the 5 min drive to the barracks. Think we tried to pull up with a flashy handbrake turn but this isn’t so impressive when performed at 5 mph. The outside of the barracks is then stormed by a ginger rasta, a Mexican in drag, a hooker, a 70s porn star, and a very shaky 17-year old learner driver. Somehow we managed to steal one of the large signs warning trespassers of the threat of guard dogs. Don’t really remember the drive back, but do remember returning in triumph with said sign.

I still cant believe that we weren’t arrested/shot/killed in a car crash.

Note to all future terrorists – Forget khaki combats; a mini-skirt and sombrero are much more effective camouflage.
(Digstar fu#king loves biscuits, Sun 16 Apr 2006, 15:30, Reply)