non s*** based tale!
first) my mate going upstairs when stoned beyond sensible limits, which was his usual so not expecting the horrendous crash as he hit the floor/bath/wall. trousers round ankles, bits out, blacked out. i didn't tell anyone anything other than he fell to save his blushes as i woke him up. when he told everyone he had his pants down and i'd seen his bits they were like 'what?!'. he couldn't believe i'd been tactful... hehe the look on his face when he realised he could have got away with it made it all the funnier :)

second) imagine explaining to our good officers of the law (who had dropped in to check a 'notorious' place of small country housing) why i was standing in my underpants and wide brim hat, in the doorway of a public toilet, with only a ciggie and a damp spinach and nut roll for comfort...

i had in actual fact got so incredibly rained on while hitching through the night that i was ringing out my clothes in the basins and thought, as it was out of the way and near dawn, that it would be a perfect location to get a little downtime out of the rain without other customers becoming shocked. still think of it as one of my luckiest escapes.
i've never told anyone this :)
(unlawful odour i dunno..., Mon 5 Sep 2005, 15:45, Reply)