Where have you woken up?
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Following on from the idiot train thread.. plenty of tales of waking up at strange alien stations a million miles form home..
Where else have you woken up that you shouldn't have? Ditch, Ex's bed, prison cell?
Not a brilliant story, but my "personal best" would be leaving my mates Uni halls at around 6am after a looooong night of drinking to search for some food, I couldnt find my coat so I wrapped a duvet around me and off I went. found a garage that was open, got some food but on leaving decided I felt a bit ill and need to sit down, which turned into a lie down.. I woke up about 2 hours later when the manager decided he'd better "move me on" as I was blocking one of the pumps.
Where else have you woken up that you shouldn't have? Ditch, Ex's bed, prison cell?
Not a brilliant story, but my "personal best" would be leaving my mates Uni halls at around 6am after a looooong night of drinking to search for some food, I couldnt find my coat so I wrapped a duvet around me and off I went. found a garage that was open, got some food but on leaving decided I felt a bit ill and need to sit down, which turned into a lie down.. I woke up about 2 hours later when the manager decided he'd better "move me on" as I was blocking one of the pumps.
King's Cross, when I'm supposed to wake up at Moorgate, on my way into work. It's really disorientating.
Oh I almost forgot. I woke up on the train (going home) about a month ago to find the train had been parked up for the night in a siding. Train driver hadn't checked the train. I had to walk 50-60m up the live track to get back to the station. That was also disorientating.
Oh I almost forgot. I woke up on the train (going home) about a month ago to find the train had been parked up for the night in a siding. Train driver hadn't checked the train. I had to walk 50-60m up the live track to get back to the station. That was also disorientating.
Edited by cottonfoo on Friday 14th August 17:20
Lane 3 of the M6. 70 mph. Driving.
I didn't realise I had been asleep ... my passengers, though, had watched in horror as my head nodded and a brief snore came out before I rolled over the rumble strips and woke myself up!
I thought I had just had a "blink", they forced me to stop at the next services and beat me for causing 4 extra loads of washing.
It was about 20 years ago though.
I didn't realise I had been asleep ... my passengers, though, had watched in horror as my head nodded and a brief snore came out before I rolled over the rumble strips and woke myself up!
I thought I had just had a "blink", they forced me to stop at the next services and beat me for causing 4 extra loads of washing.
It was about 20 years ago though.
Woke up in an ex-girlfriends little sons bed! 
With him, standing up leaning against the wall with a "What the f
k you doing in my bed" expression.
No idea how I got there - we were drunk the night before. I assume I got up for a pee and went back to the wrong room.
Shameful.
With him, standing up leaning against the wall with a "What the fk you doing in my bed" expression.No idea how I got there - we were drunk the night before. I assume I got up for a pee and went back to the wrong room.
Shameful.
Edited by lazyitus on Friday 14th August 17:23
The floor of the Gents in the Sitar curry house on the Strand (years ago).
In my dinner at the Mongolian Barbecue restaurant in Whistler (beer and jetlag).
On the floor just inside the front door of my flat (in my single days).
On a plane that had taken off (I had intended to board it, but had no recollection of leaving the party, getting a car to the airport, checking in, boarding or take-off).
I've never regretted waking up next to a girl that morning. That used to take a few more weeks.
In my dinner at the Mongolian Barbecue restaurant in Whistler (beer and jetlag).
On the floor just inside the front door of my flat (in my single days).
On a plane that had taken off (I had intended to board it, but had no recollection of leaving the party, getting a car to the airport, checking in, boarding or take-off).
I've never regretted waking up next to a girl that morning. That used to take a few more weeks.
aclivity said:
Lane 3 of the M6. 70 mph. Driving.
I didn't realise I had been asleep ... my passengers, though, had watched in horror as my head nodded and a brief snore came out before I rolled over the rumble strips and woke myself up!
I thought I had just had a "blink", they forced me to stop at the next services and beat me for causing 4 extra loads of washing.
It was about 20 years ago though.
The dreaded "long blink" I've done that before, utterly terrifying and all too common too. Lucky escape by the sounds of it! I always stop at the first sign of it, can of red bull and a walk around the services car park is normally enough to wake me up properly.I didn't realise I had been asleep ... my passengers, though, had watched in horror as my head nodded and a brief snore came out before I rolled over the rumble strips and woke myself up!
I thought I had just had a "blink", they forced me to stop at the next services and beat me for causing 4 extra loads of washing.
It was about 20 years ago though.
davido140 said:
aclivity said:
Lane 3 of the M6. 70 mph. Driving.
I didn't realise I had been asleep ... my passengers, though, had watched in horror as my head nodded and a brief snore came out before I rolled over the rumble strips and woke myself up!
I thought I had just had a "blink", they forced me to stop at the next services and beat me for causing 4 extra loads of washing.
It was about 20 years ago though.
The dreaded "long blink" I've done that before, utterly terrifying and all too common too. Lucky escape by the sounds of it! I always stop at the first sign of it, can of red bull and a walk around the services car park is normally enough to wake me up properly.I didn't realise I had been asleep ... my passengers, though, had watched in horror as my head nodded and a brief snore came out before I rolled over the rumble strips and woke myself up!
I thought I had just had a "blink", they forced me to stop at the next services and beat me for causing 4 extra loads of washing.
It was about 20 years ago though.
thegavster said:
Zod said:
I've never regretted waking up next to a girl that morning. That used to take a few more weeks.
I find it's best to just not have any standards.You've got to ride a lot of camels to get out of the desert.
you've got to go with the 1 in 5 rule, out of 5 randoms you end up in the sack with, one's normally fairly hot! of course they are probably marking you down as one of the 4 mingers! 
After a particularly heavy drinking session I woke up at the end of my street.
I must have sleep-walked to the end of the road and as I did the cold hit me (it was about 4am) and I woke up.
It was only when walking back up the road I realised I had no shoes on and no keys to get in. I got a funny look when I knocked on the door.
In retrospect it was a little worrying as I could have been naked and/or walked in front of a car/truck.
I must have sleep-walked to the end of the road and as I did the cold hit me (it was about 4am) and I woke up.
It was only when walking back up the road I realised I had no shoes on and no keys to get in. I got a funny look when I knocked on the door.
In retrospect it was a little worrying as I could have been naked and/or walked in front of a car/truck.
head first face down on some stairs in the uni halls. I didnt live in Uni halls at the time and I went out on the lash in town. I have no recolection of why I was there, must have been on the hunt for some skirt.
Woke up in my car at my mates house. Last thing I remember I had lost everyone, next thing I know its the morning, Im feeling uber rough and I was in my car lying on the back seats.
Woke up in my car at my mates house. Last thing I remember I had lost everyone, next thing I know its the morning, Im feeling uber rough and I was in my car lying on the back seats.
cottonfoo said:
King's Cross, when I'm supposed to wake up at Moorgate, on my way into work. It's really disorientating.
Oh I almost forgot. I woke up on the train (going home) about a month ago to find the train had been parked up for the night in a siding. Train driver hadn't checked the train. I had to walk 50-60m up the live track to get back to the station. That was also disorientating.
I had a near identical incident very recently (but not sleep related, more stupidity), but in Brussels. Me and a mate got on a train that was going out of service (but stopped and opened its doors at the station when it should have passed though). After an hour and a half the novelty wore off and considering breaking out and making a run for it across the tracks, i phoned the national Belgian railway line and declared we were stuck opposite the Audi factory... You can tell there was some pisstaking going on over the phone the barstewards ! Took a while to convey my predicament and my rough location...Oh I almost forgot. I woke up on the train (going home) about a month ago to find the train had been parked up for the night in a siding. Train driver hadn't checked the train. I had to walk 50-60m up the live track to get back to the station. That was also disorientating.
Edited by cottonfoo on Friday 14th August 17:20
A bloke came down the line and walked us all the way back to his depot where a passenger train was held for us to climb aboard - we got many dirty looks
Edited by J-Tuner on Friday 14th August 17:37
lazyitus said:
Woke up in an ex-girlfriends little sons bed! With him, standing up leaning against the wall with a "What the fk you doing in my bed" expression.
No idea how I got there - we were drunk the night before. I assume I got up for a pee and went back to the wrong room.
Shameful.
The old wrong room excuse! bet your on some kind of register With him, standing up leaning against the wall with a "What the fk you doing in my bed" expression.No idea how I got there - we were drunk the night before. I assume I got up for a pee and went back to the wrong room.
Shameful.
Edited by lazyitus on Friday 14th August 17:23
MonkeyMatt said:
lazyitus said:
Woke up in an ex-girlfriends little sons bed! With him, standing up leaning against the wall with a "What the fk you doing in my bed" expression.
No idea how I got there - we were drunk the night before. I assume I got up for a pee and went back to the wrong room.
Shameful.
The old wrong room excuse! bet your on some kind of register With him, standing up leaning against the wall with a "What the fk you doing in my bed" expression.No idea how I got there - we were drunk the night before. I assume I got up for a pee and went back to the wrong room.
Shameful.
Edited by lazyitus on Friday 14th August 17:23
I've had plenty of waking up in the spare room/housemates bed/trying to pee in the cupboard moments through the years. I put it down to my a malfunction in my alcohol homing beacon.
A funny one was waking up in the corridor in a hotel in Acapulco after a few too many tequila slammers. I must have mistaken the room door for the loo and only woke up when it clicked shut behind me. Luckily I was in my boxers and so after a few moments workingout where I was, what country I was in etc, went down to reception and got a replacement key without too much embarrassment.
The worst is probably when I woke up/came round wrapped around the toilet bowl in the gents in Moles Club in Bath. My night had started as an innocent pub crawl up the "golden mile" with my housemate - which involved a pint at all the pubs on the London Road into town, and had no idea I'd ended up there.
Even though it was pitch black I recognised where I was by the smell of the bogs, which were always pretty nasty, and I'd been lying in a lot of it!
The place had been closed for a couple of hours, but nobody had checked the loos after closing (it was now about 4am). So when I started staggering about I set the alarm off and when I got to the front door, I found a couple of policemen shining their torches in at a sheepish looking me through the locked front door. We then had to wait for the manager to come back and let me out. Who was not happy as I was let out, apologised and walked off to the mini cab office round the corner.
Unfortunately, I got home to a rather angry housemate, who had gone home after I had disappeared, thinking I had slunk off home. But he didn't have any any keys on him either, and ended up waking up the whole block of flats banging on the door, shouting at me to wake up and let him in.
It turns out we had both kept the police busy that night as our neighbours called them when my housemate started climbing up the outside of the building to get in his bedroom window. They eventually left after he found his keys in his room and could prove he actually lived there. He blamed all that on me!
Great days...
A funny one was waking up in the corridor in a hotel in Acapulco after a few too many tequila slammers. I must have mistaken the room door for the loo and only woke up when it clicked shut behind me. Luckily I was in my boxers and so after a few moments workingout where I was, what country I was in etc, went down to reception and got a replacement key without too much embarrassment.
The worst is probably when I woke up/came round wrapped around the toilet bowl in the gents in Moles Club in Bath. My night had started as an innocent pub crawl up the "golden mile" with my housemate - which involved a pint at all the pubs on the London Road into town, and had no idea I'd ended up there.
Even though it was pitch black I recognised where I was by the smell of the bogs, which were always pretty nasty, and I'd been lying in a lot of it!
The place had been closed for a couple of hours, but nobody had checked the loos after closing (it was now about 4am). So when I started staggering about I set the alarm off and when I got to the front door, I found a couple of policemen shining their torches in at a sheepish looking me through the locked front door. We then had to wait for the manager to come back and let me out. Who was not happy as I was let out, apologised and walked off to the mini cab office round the corner.
Unfortunately, I got home to a rather angry housemate, who had gone home after I had disappeared, thinking I had slunk off home. But he didn't have any any keys on him either, and ended up waking up the whole block of flats banging on the door, shouting at me to wake up and let him in.
It turns out we had both kept the police busy that night as our neighbours called them when my housemate started climbing up the outside of the building to get in his bedroom window. They eventually left after he found his keys in his room and could prove he actually lived there. He blamed all that on me!
Great days...
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