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worst places youv'e woke up after a skinfull of alcohol

lynne8 said:
Originally Posted by Stig
Up a tree

In a flowerbed outside Woolworths

On a busy roundabout in the middle of Paris
more info please! :cool:

ok:

Up a tree: bit boring that one, road protests, everyone slept up trees, same as down tunnels. Except I'm shit scared of heights, so I was a tunnel digger. Which makes finding myself at the top of a rickety treehouse in the morning definitely qualify as 'worse places'. Getting me down again was interesting.

In a flowerbed outside woolworths: when most of my hometown consisted of squats, we felt like the whole town was our house, and used to sit in the centre at the dead of night drinking until dawn, when we'd nick all the milk from certain well known fast food establishments, re-deliver it round all the squats, then catch the bus off to do a day's fruit picking at the local farm to provide next night's liquid fuel. Did get a bit of sleep occasionally though, and that flowerbed must have seemed like as good a place as any.

On a busy roundabout in the middle of Paris: Backpacking to Lyon for a conference, no cash whatsoever. Most places you can find a quiet out-of the way field or something to kip in along the way, but in the middle of a big city, after a skinful, anything with a bit of grass and a tree on top looks like fair game. unfortunately we didn't realise that a)it was a roundabout :D and b)5am was it's quiet period and it was going to get just a little bit busier than that in the morning.
 
i've woken up in fields out in the countryside loads like "oh fuckk!! i'm in a field, there isn't even a fucking shop for 2 miles, and i'm dehydrated to fuck"

when i lived in milan i did the same thing in a park :D :D
 
I used to be really good at this.
Once I woke in a skip on a pile of bricks on a building site that was 100% enclosed. I walked around the fence about 10 times before I realised I had to break out. Fuck knows how I got in there. That was after the PS2 launch party.

Another good one was on the pavment in the arse end of east london. I had been out in the centre and lived in Ealing so was not quite sure why I was there, a lady walking her dog woke me up and the dog licked my face. My wallet and everthing was gone.
I was an hour late for a meeting with my boss and and ran into his office, I had not changed or washed and was still a little pissed. My excuse was 'I have been stabbed', my brain was saying to me homer style 'good one, quick thinking, you are so smart', The lack of any wounds and the fact that I stunk of boose was a bit of a give away.
 
a friend woke up in a random part of town several miles from home, inside a car parked on somebodys driveway, and had a friends dog with her. no recollection of how she got there - and then the car owner woke up - saw her and locked her in and called the police.......anyway they let her go in the end......she's still none the wiser what happened.... :rolleyes:
 
I went to the toilet in club in cardiff at around 11.00 pm, and then was found three floors up in the staff toilets........sparko and sick a n d wee wee and ......... :o
 
Ghost of Suplex said:
I used to be really good at this.
Once I woke in a skip on a pile of bricks on a building site that was 100% enclosed. I walked around the fence about 10 times before I realised I had to break out. Fuck knows how I got in there. That was after the PS2 launch party.

Another good one was on the pavment in the arse end of east london. I had been out in the centre and lived in Ealing so was not quite sure why I was there, a lady walking her dog woke me up and the dog licked my face. My wallet and everthing was gone.
I was an hour late for a meeting with my boss and and ran into his office, I had not changed or washed and was still a little pissed. My excuse was 'I have been stabbed', my brain was saying to me homer style 'good one, quick thinking, you are so smart', The lack of any wounds and the fact that I stunk of boose was a bit of a give away.[/color]
had to change the colour sorry - suprised you've still got a job!! :eek:
 
Lost my keys, whilst out, so decided to go to my boyfriends house.

I was soooo pissed i passed out in his front porch before i had chance to ring bell...

I was roughly shaken in the morning, and as my eyes focused in on the face staring down on me, to my horror i reealised it was my ex boyfriend. :eek:

I was soo pissed i lost two years and forgot who my boyfriend was. :o :D
 
lunatrick said:
had to change the colour sorry - suprised you've still got a job!! :eek:

Lucky for me I'm a funny guy and the boss liked me. I think he used to get me in for meetings just so see what crap I would come out with so he could have a little chuckle
 
in a garden in earls court
a hedge in bath
at various end of the lines, morden, edgware, wimbledon, chingford, enfield :mad: then the taxi drive home :mad:
 
marty21 said:
in a garden in earls court
a hedge in bath
at various end of the lines, morden, edgware, wimbledon, chingford, enfield :mad: then the taxi drive home :mad:

I live at the end of the line :p ;)

Very handy!
 
On a railwayline in Staffordshire

In a jail cell in New England

On a beach in Florida ( actually, that was quite nice :) )
 
I remember falling out of a taxi on to the grass verge and what seemed like several hours later rolling on to the road coz it was dryer. Luckly we live in the middle of nowhere and not on the M6
 
At my best mates wedding in the gents toilets with trousers down around the ankles ( tackle all on show) with me haed against the toilet roll holder..to make matters worse they took loads of pics and put them on the internet.
 
Many years ago I woke up on the top deck of a bus that had parked inside Hackney bus garage....it was all dark and the doors were shut and there were hundreds, nay 1000s of other buses in there! I banged on the doors and they let me out thank god...I was aiming for central London but got on the wrong side of the road ...oops!

I also woke up shivering in a ditch in Bournemouth (by the cliffs) once when I used to live there...with my bike on top of me....I'd fallen off it whilst dwunk, cycling home, then fell asleep....brrr!!! :D
 
Portsmouth station maintainance shed - my only visit to the place. Having missed my pals due to mobile network problems, I went to a boozer for a swift half waiting for the next train, got gassing with a military policeman. We got right pissed up, went to a very dodgy club in Southsea and attracted the attention of some rather determined ladies of the night. Having escaped their clutches, my beer compass got me safely back to the station.

The security accused me of vagrancy and sent me out into the february rain. I was forced to construct a bivouac out of plywood, tarp and breezeblocks which kept me fairly dry and warm.

I remember waking up hungover, extremely thirsy and covered in oil, but rather pround of my drunken urban bushcraft skills. :D
 
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