Not me - and not that strange - but a friend fell asleep on the train from Victoria to Brighton, and woke up at Brighton Station, after the train had gone to Brighton, back to Victoria, back to Brighton, returned to Victoria and gone back to Brighton.
IVe just remembered another incident.
Was drunk in bar with ship mates in the 'gut' in Valetta in Malta.
Vaguely remember people talking about going to a disco at
RAF Luqa there....
I woke up, underneath a fire engine at the air base, where my 'friends'
left me and felt I would be safe...
Under a fire engine at a fecking air base!!...have no idea how that thought process concluded I would be safe, although, im still alive I guess.
The Pitch and putt course on the Great Orme in Llandudno. Had a mate who lived on the Orme, went to walk up there from the town after a very heavy session, and took a short cut across the course and obviously neither of us made it!!
We held a dinner party for some friends: one of whom turned up very pissed, much to his wife's anger. He ate the starter and then got up quietly and lay down on the rug in front of the fire and fell fast asleep. At the end of the meal, just as we opened the door to see the night out in the pub, he woke up and joined us. The couple are now divorced.
Amongst a pile of cushions in the Big Apple club, the morning after a Deep Purple gig.
In a university hall of residence car park in Leicester with a dart board on my chest and three arrows (the Agincourt variety) stuck in it. Something to do with playing rugby the previous day and being "fined" for kicking the ball from hand - any fat boys (ie rugby forwards) will be familiar that such henious offences are subject to penalty.