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Green_not_greed

14-Jul-10, 12:19

_Ju_

14-Jul-10, 14:00

The first and foremost stupid thing that everyone that gets plastered does is actually getting drunk. It is stupid, dangerous, bad for your health and makes you feel terrible afterwards. :roll:
This off course is my opinion and worth very little. (And yes, I do enjoy a drink. And no, I don't have to see the bottom of evey bottle the same day I open it.):lol:

WICKER10

14-Jul-10, 16:02

I saw this story on the BBC website about a man in Australia who was thrown out of a pub for being too drunk, so he decided to climb into a fenced compound and ride a 5m long crocodile. He was badly bitten but managed to climb the fence back out - and then go back to the pub!

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/10611973

I was wondering if anyone could match this for "stupid things done when drunk"?

Reading this post reminds me of our local Lion Tamer"Willie Tinbum Harper" who many years ago when drunk entered a Lions Cage at the Riverside Wick Circus and tried to Tame the Lion he only got a broken arm for his efforts.!

Anfield

14-Jul-10, 16:22

I proposed to a woman

cherokee

14-Jul-10, 17:14

Ha ha ha !

I remember: - (or maybe forgot cos I was told about it the next weekend!)

Many moons ago (over 25 years!) when the "Central Hotel" in Thurso was the "in" place to be - I got a wee bit overly drunk and ended up far too tipsy to navigate the stairs and promptly fell down the whole staircase - yep! top to bottom!!

I mind the bar-staff came behind me and "escorted me to a taxi" (which I guess meant closing time, ha ha)

The following weekend I was in the same bar and BOY did the stair case stink to high heavens of the perfume that had been in my bag the previous weekend and had been smashed to bits on "my way down" !!!!

Talk about leaving your scent behind !!

The Drunken Duck

14-Jul-10, 18:05

I once got utterly blasted, and I mean REALLY blasted. The type of session where, after you have woken up, blinking is painful. I woke up the next morning smelling like a bucket of vomit and with a severly bruised left cheek, a black thong in my pocket, two different shades of spew on my t-shirt, no money left out of 80 quid and not a lot of memory. Happily though I had loads of gloating friends willing to fill me in on the previous nights events.

It had been a beercall for a mate who was posted out and I was helping him get through the £50 he had put behind the bar, this was a subsidised Squadron Bar and Jack Daniels was 50p a shot, coke was 10p a shot, a Pint was £1 and I was soon seriously out of my face to the point that I was doing the YMCA on the dance floor and spelling it wrong. At this point a girl I had lusted after for a while appeared looking seriously fetching. I drastically reduced my alcohol intake for the next hour and made my move, with an hour or so we had decided to "watch a video" in her room later. Game On. But first I had to have a few drinks with my mates, I had been neglecting them while chatting her up. I was quickly fed a serious amount of alcohol in a short time (I needed to catch up apparently) and even filled up on Beef Curry as I was slightly peckish by this point. Shortly after my target for tonight left indicating she wanted me to follow, she was a bit drunk by now as well. I followed five minutes behind. I hit the fresh air and didnt have any memory after that until I woke up.

However the girls neighbour soon filled me in on the previous nights events after talking to her rather traumatised friend. Apparently on entering the room no videos were watched but we were semi naked pretty quick and a state of frantic drunken passion ensued. Apparently as I leaned over her the recent tumbling took effect on my stomach. She was soon showered with second hand Jack Daniels, Beer and a semi digested Curry. On her face. She then reciprocated and a Mr Creosote like scenario ensued. Apprently my only reaction, after the spew fountain had stopped, was to remark that I was going back to my room as "you've been sick on your bed you dirty mare", it was at this point I understandbly got a right hook (hence the injured cheek) and flung out of her room, but not before I nicked her underwear for some reason (hence the thong in the pocket). Souvenir most probably, I used to do that. I was once found drunk in the Naafi Bar with the dark brown bra of a large chested conquest strapped to my head so the cups were situated over each ear. I was pretending to be a Spitfire Pilot by going "Dagga .. Dagga .. Dagga .. Dagga" at passing normal people, or Messerschmitts as I saw them in my drunken state.

Happy Days .. :D

PS .. I did eventually get the girl a few weeks later, she forgave me.

Bazeye

14-Jul-10, 18:11

When I was working at Vulcan in 1985, one Saturday afternoon I went into The Central to meet up with some of my workmates. While I was waiting to get served Brian Cardosi came over and asked if I was Ok. He must have seen the blank look on my face to realise I didnt know what he was on about. So he told me. The night before it was heaving in there and I staggered over to the bar to get served but before I ordered I spewed up across the bar into an ice bucket and over a barmaid. Much to my horror the same barmaid was behind the bar that afternoon so I went over trying to apologise and asked for her forgiveness and offered to buy her a drink. much to my surprise she was OK about it. So if youre reading this Phyllis, once again I apologise.
Another night I was in there absolutely gone my mate and a Thurso lass he was seeing at the time managed to manhandle me down the stairs put me in a taxi and told the driver to take me to Ormlie Lodge. Anyway when it was chucking out time at The Central my mate and the lass went to the Holborn for a late drink as she was a barmaid there. When they arrived , much to their disbelief, there was me sat at the bar on a stool, must have been the shortest fare ever. I didnt recall any of this the next day but had it confirmed. Isnt drink srange.

Phill

14-Jul-10, 23:03

I remember (people tell me) of some of the social outings I used to enjoy of the Darts Team Social club of the local boozer.

One of which was a Morning Drive, kicked off at said pub around 9AM on a Sunday, couple of pints before boarding the coach. (obviously after spending Saturday night in said boozer so not really dried out)

Off to another pub fer another pint before sitting down to breakfast, cereal n' toast washed down with a full greasy fry up.
Then t'be sociable we'd have a pint...or a gallon or so. Robinson's Old Tom, they only served it in halves, nice.

I was an honorary member as I cannae play darts, however, beer fuelled and playing some interesting games such as Cricket on a dart board the afternoon was pleasant.
I managed to play every member of the A & B team off the board, dunno how but I hit whatever I was told. Slightly pie-eyed by this time I didn't understand the rules nor woz me maths workin' propper. They told me what I needed to hit and I'd hit it.

Then back home to the mother pub, a couple more beers and a game of bones (domino's). Wasn't quite there on this one though, had to be helped to put em' down the right way up and the right way round and at the right end!

So, a nightcap of 6X and off on the march home. A short while later my mate who was working the taxi's at the time pulled up, 'where are you going?'
'Home!' was my reply, I thought kind of obvious given the time of night.
'Not that way yer not, get in!'

I was a mile or so in the opposite direction.

Woke up the next morning having peed the bed and the TV was in bed wiv me. Not sure if it was the electric shock that brought me round.