» Where is the strangest place you have slept?

In the doghouse
In my youth (ok so about six months ago) I stumbled home drunk and discovered that I was (for about the tenth time in as many nights out) without my key. My dear family, highly unimpressed by the frequent interruptions to their sleep all decided to ignore me as they had left the back door open. In my drunkenness I failed to think of this and made an alternative plan. I went into the back garden to the shed where the 9 strong litter of springer spaniels (8 weeks old and hyper) were housed. I curled up on a patch of wood not covered with puppy urine and awoke the next morning with my sister standing over on me with a look of disgust like I've never seen before nor will ever see again.
(Sat 30th Dec 2006, 21:53, More)

» Running away

Rebecca alert
So when I was small there was this little freak living on my road, one minute she'd be the nicest little cherub and share all her toys with you and the next second she'd be hitting you round the face with her ballerina fucking barbie or some equally hard and pointy little plastic piece of shit. There were ten houses on the row and a building site at the bottom where they were due to add onto the estate. She wasn't allowed past the bottom house on the row and so when she came out we (the 20 or so kids living on the row) used to run away down to play on the building site (in those days a perfectly safe place for children), just out of her reach screaming "Rebecca alert, Rebecca alert!".
On reflection we were horrible little shits really but she really was very weird. She moved when we were like eleven, I hear she's some weird goth now and is engaged to someone like twice her age and keeps telling people they're going to commit suicide together.
I feel mildly responsible...
(Sun 13th Aug 2006, 14:14, More)