The Ghostly Midnight Jogger of Newcastle-under-Lyme
When I was 16 or 17, I used to be able to drink without getting Satan's own hangover, and I would capitalise on this ability most weekends.

One Saturday night in October, I was wandering home after a night spent failing to pull in the drinking establishments of North Staffordshire. It being October, there were wet leaves on the ground - and, as we all know, where there are wet leaves, there is dog poo. I was, therefore, being careful(ish) about where I trod.

I heard footsteps approaching, and looked up as a man ran past me. "Fair enough," my snakebite-and-black-addled brain said, "Someone obviously couldn't sleep and decided to go for a jog."

This made perfect sense for three seconds. And then... and then it stopped making sense. So I looked up and over my shoulder.

The runner was wearing a toga.

Possibly.

Or I could have been a bit squiffy.

But if he wasn't a ghostly legionary from the fort that had used to be a mere mile and a half away, out training for a spectral charity fun-run, I wouldn't have a story, would I?

Come to think of it, I don't have much of a story either way.

*sigh*
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 10:46, 5 replies)

That
was a bit rubbish.
( Madam Marlboro wonders if you've found her yet, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 13:13, closed)

Yeah.
Never heard of truth or dare? The appropriate word being "dare".

Your forfeit is to run a lap of the neighbourhood wearing only this bed sheet...
(Musuko, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 18:22, closed)

This happens all the time...
There are two universities in spiting distance of here (I know I went to both). Two words- rag week. Or any other night of the year...
(romega Lesbian Licker, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 22:58, closed)

Legionaries weren't togate.
They wore woollen tunics.

Hope this helps.

Yours,

Montius Boycius Pedanticus.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 10:13, closed)

Students eh?
.. as one I remember jogging back from a late night toga party in someone's house. I stopped at a zebra crossing just as two pigeons landed at the opposite end. They proceeded to walk across and when they got to my end they flew off.
( buffet_the_appetite_slayer ٩(●̮̃•)۶ jacked in to the ICE on, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 14:07, closed)