Time travel in The Sir Colin Campbell, Coventry
They used to serve alcohol by the pitcher and a surprisingly meagre selection of batches and crisps (and when I say meagre I mean no batches left on the shelf and only ready salted crisps). In and of itself this would be fine but at lunchtime on a Friday when your sole customers haven't had any food yet but time to kill it bodes poorly. Several pitchers of cider later I turn to my colleague, "Just off for a piss mate. get another jug". When I returned the bar was heaving and lots of folk appeared to be looking at me. "Where did all these people come from?" I inquire somewhat bemused as when I left I had formed fifty percent of the clientele. Turns out I had passed out standing up in the one and only cubicle in the gents for a number of hours during which I involuntarily redecorated the entirety of said cubicle with a look we shall call "Autumn vomit".
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Fri 15 Feb 2013, 2:15, Reply)