Nick. Nick was (still is) a top bloke. One of the nicest guys you could meet, but was an adventurous drunk.
Fell from the cathedral tower whilst free climbing drunk, had to be rescued by the fire service, whilst in the ambulance the girl he was with asaulted the crew and was arrested. Nick wouldn't tell the police his name, and got told "come on son, your girlfriend is in the cells, whats your name?" His relpy "thats not my girlfriend she's just some random that got on the ambulance, i though she was fit so i didn't complain".
Whilst recovering from a broken leg following the above incident, nick had to jump out of a first floor window after "entertaining" a lady at a house party that her boyfriend was at.
whilst taking nick out for a walk (he was too drunk to stay in the flat after having a fight with the fridge) we went to the petrol station for cigs. He filled a basket with crisps, biscuits, cakes and porn. got to the counter, threw it all at the cashier, then threw his wallet at the cashier and went out onto the forecourt to "drink petrol".
On the walk back from the petrol station he climbed the ivy growing up the front of a four storey block of flats, tapped on a window and got invited in for a cup of tea by some students.
The last big night out we had before he had a bit of a breakdown, sold his posessions and went surfing for a month lasted for four days. I found him unconcious on the sofa, managed to get him to bed but noticed hi jean had done that awkward twisty thing and he didn't look comfortable, so being a good mate, I tried to get his jeans off for him. We got them as far as his ankles, but his boxers kept riding down so we gave up. He woke up in the night, got up for a drink and prompty fell over as his legs were tied together, next morning he rather sheepishly asked if he'd come home alone, as his trousrs were round his ankles but he couldn't remember why?
I really need to call nick, we need a good session!