Silly things you've done when under the influence...

[Papa Lazarou]

Nothing spectacular with this story but a particular favourite was leaving the Black Horse in Rottingdean after a few light refreshments. We noticed some road work and diversion signs stacked up so obviiously picked them all up and created a diversion route which forced all the mornings rush hour traffic through the smaller windy roads of Saltdean and Rottingdean from the coast road.

Only really remembered it when I saw nose to tail traffic the next morning.

Classic. It's like putting together a massive train track or Scalextric.

 

[TheJasperCo]

I ate a urinal cake during Freshers' Weeks two years ago. Sad times...

 

[Puppet Master]

Nothing spectacular with this story but a particular favourite was leaving the Black Horse in Rottingdean after a few light refreshments. We noticed some road work and diversion signs stacked up so obviiously picked them all up and created a diversion route which forced all the mornings rush hour traffic through the smaller windy roads of Saltdean and Rottingdean from the coast road.

Only really remembered it when I saw nose to tail traffic the next morning.

if I were to mention you, a good friend of yours who posts on here, a care home and Christmas tree lights.... would that mean anything?

 

[Puppet Master]

I ate a urinal cake during Freshers' Weeks two years ago. Sad times...

**** MAN... just ****. You win

 

[mejonaNO12 aka riskit]

if I were to mention you, a good friend of yours who posts on here, a care home and Christmas tree lights.... would that mean anything?

Yes. Yes it would

 

[mejonaNO12 aka riskit]

I ate a urinal cake during Freshers' Weeks two years ago. Sad times...

Not a SOAKED one, surely.

SURELY.

 

[OzMike]

After an after hours party at The Railway Bell, I struggled across the road to get a taxi, when the rank was on Queen's Road at the station.
There were none there, so thinking one wouldn't be long, I walked up the stairs of an office building behind me and sat done to wait.
On awakening I realised that it was now daylight and that there were a pile of coins to my left, on the steps.
They added up to just over three pounds and fifty pence, result, taxi fare home.

 

[Puppet Master]

Yes. Yes it would

Wasn't involved, but when he told me I laughed for about a week solid. Amazing!

 

[happypig]

As a teenager I lived with my mum and we moved house on a Friday. To be of assistance with unpacking that evening I told her I was going out with my mates. We had a bit of a row and I went out in a mood and got roaring drunk. When I got home I found she had locked me out so I started banging on the door and shouting stuff like "Would you mind awfully opening the door" (or suchlike). After a while I gave up and went and kipped round my mates house.
It must have been terrifying for the old lady who had bought our old house.

 

[Puppet Master]

.ignore

 

[nwgull]

Not a SOAKED one, surely.

SURELY.

I drank a pint with one in it once; I've also climbed up a tower crane and then climbed about 10m out on the overhanging boom; 3 of us once picked up a 2CV by at the back (remarkably easy) and dragged it about half a mile from where it was parked; I've also shagged a few fat birds.

 

[The Stout Yeoman]

I had a friend who regularly slept in the grit bin on his way home from the pub - another time he fashioned a bed out of a cardboard box and fell asleep outside a shop... Lovely bloke ... died in a car accident along with a couple of other friends on their way to play for Copthorne a number of years later ... bless you Andy Newman you were one of a kind .....

 

[symyjym]

Drinking at lunch time to help with window cleaning high ladder work, though this was stupid not silly.

When I now think about how I used to stand on the last rung of the ladder and still having to reach, I cannot believe I didn't kill myself.

 

[Deportivo Seagull]

deploying several life jackets and flinging them around on a flight back from Spain whilst singing 'I'm so excited' by The Pointer Sisters after a surfeit of sherry seemed a good idea at the time.

Quality! Just out of curiosity what did you get?

 

[SouthCoastOwl]

Luton 1984. Cast iron Lloyds Bank sign appeared in our living room. I have only the vaguest of memories of shimming up the lamp post next to the bank flipping it off it's hinges and it taking three of us to carry it home. We saw ourselves as collectors (imagine pissed up Indiana Joneses) but the local rag completely misinterpreted our actions and called us "vandals".

Luton 1985. The 3ft Jaguar from the local Jaguar garage goes missing only to appear in our living room next to the (now dusty) Lloyds Bank Sign. "Vandals" blamed again in local paper.

Luton 1986. A 20ft section of road works is found in a graveyard behind a student house in Downs Road. Strangely amongst the lights, barriers and road signs police also found a Lloyds Bank sign and stainless steel model Jaguar with a moustache drawn on it's top lip. They believe alcohol may have been involved.

 

[Pevenseagull]

Quality! Just out of curiosity what did you get?

arrested .... charged .... a very stern rebuke and banned from British Midland Airways (or whatever they were called) for life.

haven't been on a plane since (1993) .............. in my defense I was a very nervous passenger

 

[Pevenseagull]

As a teenager I lived with my mum and we moved house on a Friday. To be of assistance with unpacking that evening I told her I was going out with my mates. We had a bit of a row and I went out in a mood and got roaring drunk. When I got home I found she had locked me out so I started banging on the door and shouting stuff like "Would you mind awfully opening the door" (or suchlike). After a while I gave up and went and kipped round my mates house.
It must have been terrifying for the old lady who had bought our old house.

............ah, .......... when homing instinct goes wrong

I graduated from Leeds in the early 90s ...... in 2001 I found myself at Headingley celebrating a magnificent Ashes win in a dead rubber absolutely pissed out of my head. The booze and euphoria (mainly the booze) led me to overlook having a perfectly good hotel to return to for the night and I returned to my old base camp ..... I assume (otherwise it was an amazing coincidence)

2 days later I sobered up a bit and the then residents of the property finally sobered up a bit and plucked up the courage to ask me who the hell I was.

They had been on the magic soup themselves and were somewhat discombobulated. By way of apology I took them to my old local, reacquainted myself with the staff remaining from a decade previous and we all got completely spacious again ...... bit off 'loss time' followed

I think I treated them all to a Wedding Present gig

Mark Butcher 171 not out

got home 6 days later than intended.

 

[Biscuit]

I ran through a plate glass door.


Naked.

 

[fat old seagull]

I ate a kebab out of a bin once.

Mmmm I wonder if it was the kebab I found besides me in bed one morning.

 

[Pevenseagull]

I ran through a plate glass door.


Naked.

.....yeah, but a toddler could do that