Sleepwalking

I occasionaly suffer from sleepwalking but normally I just stumble around my own room or my own house. I rarely get into trouble. Note - I said "rarely" and not "never".

As a computer contractor, most of my work was away from home so, 4 nights a week I'd be living in some hotel somewhere. On my London jobs I normally styaed in a wee hotel in Finsbury Park.

It was a small hotel - about 20 rooms. And, rare in my experience, there was no staff on site after 9 pm. They all went home and came back in to open up about 7am.

So this one night I'd finished late at work and had a few beers and headed back to my hotel. I let myself in and crashed out in my room. Then I woke up. I woke up just in time to see my bedroom door swing shut and lock itslef with a *click*.

Fucksocks! I was stood in the corridor, bollock-naked, tackle out, looking like the last turkey in the shop. I had no idea what to do so I spent a few minutes quietly tring to push, force, my door open before giving it up as a bad job. I probably could have kicked the door down but I think the oweners would have taken exception to to that.

So for the next 30 minutes I nakedly stalked the corridors looking for either somewhere to crash or something to hide ny bits with. I eventually ended up in reception and discovered the Holy Grail. The linen cupboard! Breathing a sigh of relief I burrowed into the sheets and curled up for the night and went to sleep.

I woke to the sound of voices outside the door. The staff were back. So I wrapped a sheet around myself and stepped out inro the bright light.

They pissed themselves laughing and then let me into my room.

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 29 May 2009, 11:21, 3 replies)

ah yes.....
We've heard this one in the flesh ;o)
( Tourette's ( . )( . ) has a monkey hair in her fried egg, Fri 29 May 2009, 11:43, closed)

Part

of my recent writers block. I can't remember what stories I've already told...

Anyways - how's married life?

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 29 May 2009, 12:48, closed)

'Tis all good mate.
The missus is buggering off to Cragside with SJ and the dog soon, leaving me to paint the hallway.

If that's not marital harmony, I don't know what is :)
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 29 May 2009, 13:10, closed)