2nd entry, hurrah.
After the last London bash, very entertaining, lots of beers consumed, I pulled a very nice London based aussie girl who I managed to persuade to come home with me. Oh yeah, I live in Cambridge by the way.

We'd been snogging each other senseless, so it wasn't too difficult. The only problem was, that at 11pm I was hammered. Utterly utterly fucked. Holding an bash on a boat where I'm both drunk and seasick simultaniously is a *bad idea* folks.

So we're there going for it on the train (nothing too risque just yet!!!), and I need to go to the toilet.

So off I go to the train toilet.

An hour later I'm woken up by the train engineer in Cambridge sidings who had had to break into the toilet, vomit everywhere, me completely dazed and confused, young lady nowhere to be seen.

What the hell happened?

After he gave me the bollocking of my life I phoned the lass and she's checked into the 30 quid hotel and told she had to be out by 6am (this is at 2am, boycott Sleeperz, Cambridge!) so I ended up giving the mad Indian guy on the counter major grief and he refunded half the money (although I didn't know it was at the time), and took the lady home.

I still got lucky that night. Go me.
( djdirect, Mon 23 Aug 2004, 17:58, Reply)