[Closed] What's the worst thing you have done whilst drunk?

i once climbed a big building in newcastle with roughly 6 pints in me.
if i had come off i would have spent the rest of me days eating soup.
idiot.

I woke up beside a big fat girl with a condom still on my dick, thank god!

not stupid but fun, was dancing on table sin tenby on thursday night, only went out for a pint o milk! what a hangover on friday, longest day ever! 😕

best nights those pete.

Last night, after 7 hour drinking session under the belt and I went and left my lemon drizzle muffin on the train when I got off. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Too many to list but a few:

Dancing on a table at a well known London night spot having simulated sex with the boss of the club's GF 😳

Doing a spot of car roof running and slipping and putting my knee through someone's rear windscreen 😳

Falling asleep in front of the bar on my 21st birthday with everyone standing on me to get a drink in. 😳

The others I am not prepared to put in print. It was all a long time ago....... 8)

Not me but one of my housemates at uni. He used to get hammered all the time - he'd never really been away from home before so uni was a bit of a release and he had no idea how to pace himeself, he'd be pissed before we left the flat sometimes!
He'd then get really depressed and wander home on his own, he once went to sleep on a canal towpath in the middle of a really rough estate. His favourite though was to phone random numbers from a call box and ask "Is that Mr Wall? Oh, are there any Walls there? Well you'd best get out before the roof falls in!"
He thought that one was hilarious. 🙄

Sobered up.....

I never went to bed with a munter when drunk.

But I've woken up with a few 🙁

What or who?

Whatever ChrisL might say, I have never done anything foolish while drunk.

Too many to mention.
I once knew a US Marine Officer who'd stopped drinking when he came to the conclusion that he made a lousy drunk - his own words.
That's why, in part, I no longer drink any alcohol.
The thing is, I have just as much fun, no di£khead moments and have a clear head every day = more riding!

I've twice ended up in A&E whilst in my late teens when, for some reason, I'd take myself outside when too drunk and sleep outdoors. Not smart in the winter, in Germany.

Just after I started uni I went on a bender with 2 people from my course and one of there friends and spent £90 in a club on student night on vodka and redbull at 50p a shot, apprently I was buying half the club drinks, we left the club and went for a kebab, I then vanished and appeared outside a kebab shop the other end of southampton a few minutes later (I still cannot figure out how i got there). I then laid in the road to get a taxi to stop and went back to halls to kip on my mates floor (At the time i was commuting to uni), due to the state I was in they refused to answer there mobile's or let me in, so I rung there mate who let me kip on his floor, in the middle of the night I woke up went to the toilet, and the bloke who's room it in started shouting at me, I replied with "easy big girl, easy", turns out I was peeing all over his prize guitar. He's now my best mate, and i had a hangover for 3 days.
Another time
I Had my wallet nicked so went out on a bender thanks to my mate who was working behind the bar of the pub and club at the time. Decided I didn't want to wait for him to finish work, so walked home. The next thing I can recall is 2 wpc's dragging me up from somebodys front garden and walking me home in a dodgyish area of southampton.

Many many wonderfully wrong things but one that I will always regret is knocking my best mate who I also lodged with, front teeth out and sleeping with his girlfriend. oops. New man these days.

Thrown up?

Woke up in bed with Brother in law snuggled up to me -sisters wedding night-or mine??? ahh!

Stopped me drinking though. 😈

Doing a spot of car roof running and slipping and putting my knee through someone's rear windscreen

Replace busted windscreen with tib and fib and I'm in. 😳

Bringing the Queen's uniform into disrepute......with a dead duck.

Right thread this time I hope.

Joined the Masons.

Lost all my keys, including the ones to a flat that me and a mate were due to move to in 2 days. Lost them at a NYE party, held in a house they were leaving the next day. Fishing through the detritus of the party for hours with a NYE hangover? Not big or clever kids.

nothing that bad actually. Told a mates gf i wanted to sleep with her, pulled a real munter at a club, I thought she was fit till i saw a photo the next day...

😯 Um, worst is probably not remembering anything between being turned away from a club at 11, till the next morning when i woke up in bed with cuts on my face, and down my side. Dad said i wandered in at 4 am with no tshirt and one shoe.

stayed at an ex grlfriends house (we both lived with our parents at the time) when her parents were on holiday. first time i'd stayed so it was unfamiliar. got up during the night and went for a piss. became fully aware of what i was doing when i woke up her brother and his girlfriend by pissing all over them whilst they were in bed:-) anyone beat that?

keavo - that is appaling!

- argued about global warming on BBC Have Your Say

- heckled "gangsters" in Kings Cross

- standard girl i shouldn't have

Jumped off van roof and landed without bending my knees. On crutches for about a month, couldn't walk properly for ages.

Once bought a camcorder on the way home from a session, even managed to get it on finance! I still maintain it was a good purchase.

Knocked over a massive tv at a mates house party then proceeded to repeatedly call his friend Mick hucknall for the rest of the evening.

Puked out of my bedroom window at my parents house, covering the wall and outside letterbox at the same time as waking my dad. Moved out shortly after this incident.

Made more stupid bets than I care to remember.

God bless Uncle Jack

i agree whole heartedly, but its a good tale to tell.

Skinny dipped in the sea at Swanage, Me and a mate took all our clothes off to keep dry and promptly ran into the sea with them, the camper alarm fob got wet and we woke the town at 2 in the morning with a silly moss alarm, luckily some kind local girls took us to theirs to get dried up and even more drunk..

Many drunken nights including women, once during a frosty evening i froze my nekid butt to a park bench whilst erm...playing in the park...

Tried to navigate across the Quantocks after an extended drinking session mid night ride...lights ran out of juice and i kind off walked round in circles for a couple hrs till i got up on top and could see Wales, got in at 6.30am.

I'll think of some more....

Oh! i've eaten Keebabs, that's possibly the worse thing i've done...

I had a very "colourful" period of my life where I pushed my boundries. All alchohol fuelled. I'm reliably informed I had a great time.

I no longer drink to excess but still appreciate good beer, good food and good company.

nonk - what building was it you climbed?

the discovery museum just down from the college.

Too many really but thememorable ones are:
On my stag do in Belgium, after way too many Leffe's I chucked up in this bag with good intentions to pop it in a bin on the way back to the hotel. Anyway, this bloke with us, a friend's friend (not mine) was getting right on my t1t5 so I asked him to bend his head down. Within a flash I'd pulled the poly bag over his head and gave it a slap for good measure.
Nice! vomit hair. 😀

Once went "table racng" in a hotel, racing these tables with wheels down corridors. Made a right mess of the walls cos the handling wasn't good round corners. 😳

8 of us bounced a mini up this road and turned it 90 degrees and then bounced it up in between these cars so it blocked the cul de sac.

Went climbing up a load of scaffolding after a skin full and hung upside down from the top (3rd floor) by bending my knees round.
Sobered up pretty quick when my money fell out my kecks.

not all on the same night I add.

Joined the Masons

thats nothing i once went all day riding in a pisspot helmet

and dont get me started on the time i tried to board a plane with a haggis in my hand luggage

 

I've shafted the ex, woken up with less than respectable ladies..

erm

oh and drunk chain reaction. There should be a special mode you can place the site into between certain times of the day.. i.e. the times you'll be pissed. It would fix many a broken home.
Why i thought i needed three identical rear led lights i do not know.. i had one bike at the time and never rode in the dark.

one i am ashamed of.
walking home from town drunk, i bumped into a girl i had gone to school with 4 years previous.
she was waiting for the last bus.
we got talking and made a date to meet the following thursday.
thursday comes, i meet her....i am now sober, she was terrible looking.
imagine me in a frock.
anyway we go for a walk into the local park, where there used to be a pub.
we went to the pub and had a couple of beers.
one thing led to another, and we ended up sha55ing in the park.
and when you have done the deed fella's you just want to get out of there, right??
so there are some old style toilets in the park, 4 walls urinal trough on the floor, no roof.
i say i need a pi55, she waits outside, i go in and climb over the back wall of the loo's and do a runner....

i have never seen her since, and i am truly truly ashamed of myself for doing it.

so Tracey Ward.......on the off chance that you will ever see this.........i apologise......... 😳

Took a piss while standing at a bar getting my round in. It was Jester's though, the rules are different in there.

And shared a bottle of wine with two goldfish.

ton - Member

one i am ashamed of.
walking home from town drunk, i bumped into a girl i had gone to school with 4 years previous.
she was waiting for the last bus.
we got talking and made a date to meet the following thursday.
thursday comes, i meet her....i am now sober, she was terrible looking.
imagine me in a frock.
anyway we go for a walk into the local park, where there used to be a pub.
we went to the pub and had a couple of beers.
one thing led to another, and we ended up sha55ing in the park.
and when you have done the deed fella's you just want to get out of there, right??
so there are some old style toilets in the park, 4 walls urinal trough on the floor, no roof.
i say i need a pi55, she waits outside, i go in and climb over the back wall of the loo's and do a runner....

i have never seen her since, and i am truly truly ashamed of myself for doing it.

so Tracey Ward.......on the off chance that you will ever see this.........i apologise.........

You....you ....bastard! I waited for ages outside that bog!

I'm not sure if it's the worst, but I'm definitely lucky that I got away with it. One New Year's Eve I relieved myself against the canteen wall of Croydon police station.

This involved climbing over a small wall and walking across a lawn. I have no idea how many coppers were in there enjoying a break at the time, but I must have been there a while as I was busting to go.

I remember my "mates" running off and leaving me, but it wasn't until the next day when they were winding me up about it, that it slowly dawned on me what I had done.

LOL @ Tracey Ward ! 😀

ton, that's awful, you bad bad man... 😆

I don't know but at a recent interview the boss (and this is a big company, more than 6000 employees) met me in the reception and remembered me from a party more than seven months ago with a free bar. I didn't recognise him and unfortunately replied along the lines of "have we met?"

I swear everyone else there for the interview cringed. This particularly party happened to have about 150 attendees and this guy was the guest of honour. Got the job, though!

Got arrested for street surfing

Got arrested for being drunk - cops moved us on only I then sat on a wall and fell off. Cops put me in the van - a bunch of my mates distracted them while one mate let me back out. I just went to the cop and said hello and was promptly put back in the van.

All the arrests decades ago in another country.

Rode my bike home and ended up in a bed of nettles for a wee snooze.

Probably the most dangerous tho is I have a memory of riding home from a nightclub at 4 am absolutely pished as a fart. Suit and tie, overcoat and fedora flying in the breeze doing full on courier style riding. Fortunately at 4 am there are not many cars about. No lights either IIRC

Fell off a small cliff - about 20 ft but landed in a tree

Went on a rather sizable bender in Courchevel 1850 one night about 6 years ago (including the flavoured Vodka challenge at Gringos). We were in a club somewhere, cant remember the name of it. Somehow or other, I ended up with a plastic leg from a mannequin. 4AM or so we leave the club and Ive still got this random leg, so while walking back up one of the piste runs I suddenly think "why the **** am I carrying this ****ting leg". So I launch it in a random direction....right through someones window. "lads....run"

Lightweights. Fell well over 100 feet from a conifer tree and didn't die.

Fell off my bike in front of the same cop car TWICE and didn't get arrested.

Best is Harrison from Dirt forum and he won't thank me for sharing this.... Poor b@stard got very drunk, very quickly at a Sheffield party. Waited for 10 mins to get into the toilet, got fed up, kicked the door in and pissed all over the poor hippy lass s(h)itting on the toilet.

Quick kick-out.

the list is long ....... 😉

"Best is Harrison from Dirt forum and he won't thank me for sharing this.... Poor b@stard got very drunk, very quickly at a Sheffield party. Waited for 10 mins to get into the toilet, got fed up, kicked the door in and pissed all over the poor hippy lass s(h)itting on the toilet."

He sounds like a right ****.

after a few beers following a rugby match at uni.........
a friend & I were dangling a team mate by his ankles from the top of the stairs at a house party when we both looked at each other and decided it would be hilariously funny to drop fat boy, head first, onto the girls sat on the stairs about 10 feet below. Sobered-up rather fast as we saw him plummet head first to certain death. Fortunately he landed a a cuddly lady and was ok and more or less saw the funny side.
In retrospect killing your housemate at the age of 19 would have been somewhat career limiting, fortunatley I'm now a mature sensible adult. still puts the wind up me when I think about what could have happened

First night of a 2 week holiday touring round Spain I got rather drunk. The following morning revealed that I had got up for a piss in the night, followed exactly the turns I would have taken from bed to bathroom at home and pissed all over the apartment coffee table, the table had all of our travel documents/passports/car hire forms etc on it. Hungover in the bathroom drying piss soaked paper with a noisy hairdryer was not fun.

Although an unexpected bonus was upon returning the hire car to the miserable git in the booth, he licked his fingers to turn each page of the document I handed him :o)

Slept with a very good (ex-)mates mrs.

Funny and stupid...

Almost getting my teeth knocked out by asking a bit of a meathead bloke that had been hypnotized as part of the entertainment, if he knew what he was doing or could remember what he'd done whilst 'under', when his response was no I remarked how funny it was when the hypnotist got him to snog another man, his face was priceless!

I fell down the stairs a few weeks before Christmas, after missing the slight turning needed to head for the bedroom. Mrs deadly came running out of the bedroom to find me kind of arse about face wedged between the wall and newel post at the bottom of the stairs shouting "it's ok, I'm fine, don't worry, I'm grand, yeah, night"

Still don't really remember it but didn't feel a thing, no bruises or anything next day. Think I proved that theory about how drunk men and babies don't really hurg themselves because they just kind of roll with it.

If you can remember, you weren't drunk enough. 😎

Ate the hairy pie day three of a rock festival.

Took days for the taste to leave

I've done some crazy things while drunk. I had a brilliant 3 or 4 years of completely bell end craziness where everything seemed to go right. So much sex it was scary (and I'm an unappealing bloke at the best of times), with drop dead stunners to real sweaty, bad mouthed munters. I've fought lots of people and had a couple of run ins with the law but to think about my worst thing while drunk....

I think, it was when I was going out with a girl who lived on a farm. I got bladdered and looking for some thrills, I wandered across the hills for quite a few miles to get to her house. When I finally arrived I banged on the door and her mum answered. I'm not hugely proud of my activities for the remainder of that evening.

You didn't did you??? 😯

Sadly, yes. In my defence, she was recently seperated from her husband but I still felt very guilty about it *immediately* afterwards. Only the warm arms of my young girlfriend could make me feel better, so...errrm.... Oh god I feel slightly warm around the face just thinking about it.

What a CAD!

Now do you understand why it was a bad thing?

this was in germany where being pissed walking home can result in your driving license being taken away.....

whilst living on the shores of lake constance (bodensee) i used to drink alot as weed was hard to come by.

mates and i started drinking fairly early one afternoon. we ended up on a beach where one of us fell asleep. we buried him and thought it best to wake him up before he choked.
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riding home we played fahrrad krieg (bike war). woke up at some point with a police car beside us and the copper asking us what was going on. we all laughed it off and the copper asked us, politely mind, to walk our bikes home. we got home (shared house) and proceeded to play butter krieg. we then got on a ferry at 6am to the othe end of the lake (70km away). wee got home that evening to find three broken bikes and some very unhappy housemates.

here's one of the photos i found on the camera a few days later....

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other have included shagging some aussie bird in kings park, perth (think hyde park, london) whilst completey off my tits on MDMA. i sobered up when a coach load of japanese tourists walked past whilst i my arse was bobbing up and down on top of this girl whilst we were lying spread out on a park bench.
i was 19 at the time (gulp, 8 years ago) and she was 28 and married ( 😉
). she then proceeded to phone her mum and ask for a lift home.... i declined a ride home preferring to walk the 12km with a massive grin on my face.

there are plenty of others but i can't think of the details at the moment...

i've a few good recent ones from my cousins.... i've 33 cousins in total (thanks granmum) but these two stories stem from a pair of sisters....

rebecca (my cousin) and my younger sister (jojo) were on holiday in portugal. they were out one evening when rebecca - who drinks like a fish/northerner - says to my sister "i've lost the apartment key". my sister asks "where did you keep it?" "attached to my knickers". "aren't they still there?". "no, i've lost my knickers". bearing in mind she had slutty mini skirt on.... they then wandered home and fell asleep outside the apartment block. my sister says she remembers waking up with rebecca asleep with her legs pulled up and a group of workmen standing opposite getting an eyeful.....

rebecca's younger sister sarah works for some government mob designing weapons systems. she got the job because of an uncle who already worked there. he had already had a word with her about her conduct whilst drunk on a works night out.

at the last christmas do in some big hotel she got royally pissed and her colleagues told her to go to bed at around 10ish. she went up to bed and then decided she needed something to help sober her up. she thought a coke would be ideal so got up to go to the bar downstairs. as she closed the door to her room she suddenly realised she'd forgotten the key-card....

she then looked down and realised not only was she locked out but that she had only a vest top on and nothing else..... she panicked, threw up at her door, ran sround the corridors for a bit before find ing a table with a small cloth on it. she then found a small flannel in th toilets and used the cloth and the flannel to cover her bottom half. she then had to go downstairs to the reception and ask for a key..... the problem being that opposit ethe reception was her works party of about 300 people.

everyone clocked her standing there half naked with puke down her front.....

the worrying thing is that she isn't ashamed to talk about it and designs the weapon systems that are used on the british naval ships.....

killed

If you can remember, you weren't drunk enough.

OK then, woke up after a night out, with a pair of smashed glasses and a broken hand. Still have no idea how it happened.

It was half way through my exams so had to dictate the last two exams to the course tutor (Law and Economics) as I couldn't write!

Fell off a small cliff 😆 that made me laugh.

while working in a backpackers on Brisane in the early 90s aged 24 i had a few drunken snogs with a 19 year old cutie from an art collage, one night after far too many ales I wandered uninvited down the road to her parents house and loitered somewhat hopefully outside her bedroom window hoping for a bit of hows yer father. I woke up at about 4.30 am asleep on the pavement having given up the vigil at some point. The next day her slightly bitter and jealous younger sister informed me that my little fling had been with her 17 year old school attending sister, i shudder to think what would have happened to me if her old man had caught me furtling around his garden at the wee small hours. needless to say i halted any further advances and concentrated solely on swedish backpackes from then on.

Just remebered when we went away for a meeting with an old job.
A few of us went along for some reason, but wern't needed so went for a walk around, the town was pretty rubbish so we went to the pub, we get back to the hotel just in time to join the rest of the people for an evening meal, some one then starts to spike the bosses orange juice with double vodka's, now for this car half a shandy would have been living on the wild side.
It was a late night of talking and drinking and the boss was rat arsed.
Next morning were sat in the dining room muching breakfast when water starts coming through the cealing, turns out the boss had decided to have a shower some time during the wee small hours but had blocked the plug hole with a towel and fallen asleep, fully clothed, and flooded a fair chunck of his room, before the water came through the ceiling.
for some reason he doesn't like to be reminded of it.

slept in a few hedges, the best one being outside of an ambulance station.

was about to throw up, try to direct it into an empty beer bottle only to result in a "sprinkler" effect... 😳

my wife has a good one though; on the train, gonna throw up, but the train is moving/not in station so what to do? decided to open backpack and vom into it. 5 mins later same thing, so opens bag back up and voms in again.

next morning, realises and opens bag to find that she'd opened two seperate compartments of said bag and so had vomitted over absolutely everything.

Gets to work the next day and the security guard tells her how he saw her the previous night and is surprised she made it to work. she calls BS; he promptly goes on to tell her - and everyone else there - how she was hanging on to the railing fence of the park, to stay upright to get up the road from the station to my (parents) house.

"so why didn't you stop and help me?"

"didn't want you puking in my car"

Properly lost control of bowels in a near comatose state dressed as the pink panther, whilst propped up against the "big white telephone". Shame...

😳

The one I regret the most is doing a back flip (which I could always do easily), whilst totally hammered and breaking both my arms!! I was plastered for weeks then!!

NYE2000 somewhere along the Embankment i jumped off a porter cabin whilst tripping off my tits on a concoction of substances. i thought the people below would catch me - crowd surfer stylee - but they didn't. i hit the deck hard. i remember coming to with a load of faces above me with people talking about an ambulance. i got up and climbed back up on the porter cabin with my mates.

ahhh... to be young, stupid and carefree again.

Worst thing - fallen asleep.

Best thing - everything else.

Should you ever become famous the gutter press will have to look no further than STW for the dirt on you Alpin.

when i was 18 i worked at a large financial institution.

it had a massive christmas party every year in a large hotel, it was a free bar/meal/hotel for a night so being single and 18, i decided to take my mate...

we were properly into our smoke (especially the kit, bongs lungs pipes etc etc, ideally whilst listening to cypress hill, or watching withnail... how on earth was i single, i must have been sooo cool)

So we both did lots of bongs in the hotel room in the afternoon leading up to the night.

then when the banquet kicked off we were all arranged by branch round lots of massive round tables.

the last thing i remember was suggesting a red wine race to my mate.

Next morning I woke up to find our hotel room empty, and stumbling down the corridor passed a cleaner who giggled at me.

I finally found my branch and their mini bus (it was a crap company) waiting for me, nobody would look at me and my mate was very sheepish indeed.

My branch manager filled in the blanks at the immediate "formal counselling session" that ensued on the way back.

evidently after the wine we had both started nicking drinks, (even though they were free) then my mate had dissappeared.

The Chief Exec was on his way over to our branch table to speak to my boss for the first time (a big cheese this, he was on the news when mortgage rates were changed, his name reveered and spoken of in hushed tones), his hand was out to handshake my bosses, his smile frozen on his lips....

As i chose that moment, to vomit, excorcist style all over the white cloth draped round table and slide to the floor, still clutching a recently liberated G+T.

Nothing was said, the chief exec just turned on his heel and stomped off.

My boss and someone else carried me to my room, kicked open the door and there was my mate shagging the Collections lady.

A career in Finance was not for me.

After an all day session many years ago a couple of my mates were ex-pupils of Public school along the road to where I lived, it got used as an outward bound centre during the holidays so we broke in to the kitchen & nicked all the packed lunches, then made a return visit to nick the motorised surf board, it was so big we could not hide it at my flat so we took it back. 😳

Another time we were at a small coastal village on a water skiing weekend after a few beers we wanted to go for a pee at the public toilets, but they were locked so we decided tie a rope to the door and the other end to the towbar intending to just unlock it, instead we accidentally pulled the door off, oops! We got caught by the local fuzz, luckily I escaped prosecution and my friends paid for the damage and got a slap on the wrist, they would of got done for the silliest crime of the year, if a burglar hadnt of got stuck in a caravans skylight.

I decided to cycle to my girlfriend house after another session and I was feeling horny as I was too drunk to drive I cyled the 5 miles to her house, only on the way I had to go down a steep hill and I hit something and I ended up with the bars bent and my nose nearly touching the front wheel but I didnt fall off and just carried on, I left the bike in her garden and had my nooky, the next morning I could not believe it when I saw the bike the front wheel was bent & buckled god knows how I rode it, until this day I dont no what I hit as it was asmooth tarmac road.

I could write a book on all the stupid things I've done while drunk, I hardly drink these days.

Should you ever become famous the gutter press will have to look no further than STW for the dirt on you Alpin.

chance whould be a fine thing.....

reading all this is making me feel more normal.

once broke into an RAF base in silverstone and tried to steal a gazelle helicopter. got in and played with all the switches but it wouldn't start.

stumbled into the pit lane at the le mans 24 hour race, stole a pit jacket and pretended to analyze data until someone spotted me.

ran out of booze money once with a friend, so stole some sarsons vinegar from a chip shop and tried to get more drunk on that.

woke up on a sunday morning once in my c reg polo in a field in somerset, with all the doors open, surrounded by heffers. (will always feel guilty about that one)

:))

Spent the whole night pissesd calling my mother in laws new husband by the name of her ex that had died ten years earlier.

done lots of bad things when drunk but most were in the army so it was ok 😉 i did quite a funny one looking back but it wasnt at the time

i ran down a hill in harrogate just off the main drag the one with some of the shops having big bill boards hanging down . i had a girl on my shoulders forgetting either her or the sign i ran her right into it and we both went flying as did the sign, she lost consciousness and a couple of teeth ;-( funny now mind 😉

Not me but when I was a student in Bangor I got woken up by a phonecall from a friend asking if I could wake up my (Irish) housemate. Turns out the guy (on the phone) had got wasted, somehow got on the train and ferry to Dublin, then managed to lose his wallet - all whilst dressed as a pirate. He was now stuck in Dublin with no way to get back. I think in the end the Irish guy had a cousin or something who bought a ferry ticket for the pirate.

I could write a book!

The 8 stitch scar down the side of my head reminds me that bikes and booze don't mix.

Whilst at uni in Kingston was bet i would'nt jump of the bridge into the thames, did'nt bother taking of any clothes as could see my halls froom the bridge, still remember my feet hitting the bottom, and think oopppsss this could go horribly wrong.
The next year swam across the Thames to get back to halls as it was quicker way back from the pub to my halls, than walking over the above bridge. Not my finest moments

This is a bit 'if you can remember it then you weren't really there' innit.

When I bought my current house, it needed a lot of work doing to it, so whilst I was refurbing the thing I was living at my parents. I went out one night, got resonably drunk but not hammered, came home and went to bed, woke up in the morning and all was well.

A week later when I was out celebrating my birthday with my mates and my siblings, when my sister says to me something along the line of "so what about you getting into bed with mum and dad!" WTF, Then something my brain had obviously tryed to protect me from remembering came rushing back.

I'd got up in the middle of the night to use the loo, then instead of going back to bed, I'd bounced my way up the middle of my mum and dads bed like a kid and got in with them. 😯 Funny they never spoke about it.

That was the start of my sleep walking...ive been in a few incidents since. 😆

i dont no cos i cant remeber...but i woke up with 40 rugby tickets a few months ago...didnt pay for them...just got them...(their worth £360) and were for a game that was going to happen the next day.
thats only one of my drunken escapades that i dont no much asbout.

too many to recount them all but a couple of good'uns.

Out with a mate on a session in Guildford we ended up at closing time in the Kings Head. This has a big A-frame pub sign outside the entrance to the beer garden detailing "15th Centruy (sic) Inn, good food, fine ales, etc...." Upon leaving the pub I notice the spelling mistake and convince my mate we should nick it. So we carry it right up the High Street in Guildford stretcher style, stash it in a side alley while we have a curry, and then somehow manage to convince a taxi driver to take us and the sign home. The conversation went sth like
'you can't bring that, you've nicked it'
'no we haven't, the pub said we could have it'
'why would they let you have their sign'
'because it's spelt wrong and we're going to fix it for them'
Taxi driver studies it carefully and has to admit, we're right. So we then go home with my mate in the front seat and me in the back, seats down to accomodate the booty.
On arriving home we set the sign up at the end of the soon to be future MrsV's bed, and then wake her up. For some reason she was less than delighted by our peace offerings.
I was forced to return it the next day, which i duly did at the crack of dawn, totally unseen. I don't even think they noticed it missing in which case, was it ever really stolen?

On another occasion, at a workmates summer barbecue we got horribly drunk on a variety of rubbish (Polish grass vodka being the worst), and I got into a semi-humorous argument with my then boss about whether he would like an Aftershock. He steadfastly refused at which point I delivered the career limiting line 'Stop being a miserable irish c**t'

A hush fell over the gathering. Surely instant rebuke, nay - dismissal! He fixed me with a steely gaze and then delivered his response......

"I've never been called miserable before"

He retired a couple of years ago and the incident was never mentioned again. Thanks AJJ.