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Have you ever had to sleep rough?
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The memory just came back to me. I was in Germany a few years ago and my friends went home in a taxi while a hot drunk German girl was telling me she would take me home. She was really leading me on all night so I couldn't possibly leave. In the end she got so drunk she threw up and almost passed out. I was in almost as bad shape. I just don't throw up which is probably worse because it stays in my system. I ended up outside the bar in the snow and ice trying to figure out how to get back to the apartment frozen with a very thin jacket. In the end I was so sleepy but found a bus stop where the bus home passes by and fell into a coma lying on the very narrow seat for waiting passengers. I woke up a few hours later extremely extremely cold with numb fingers and legs and with a broken back with bemused but warm German commuters boarding their morning bus around me. Of course when I got back to the lads I told them I scored. Didnt want to ruin the legend of psychward
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superrdave wrote: »Two years ago, I went to Old Trafford for a United match on a Tuesday night. Plan was to get the train and overnight boat back to Dublin. I get the train to Chester expecting to catch a train to Holyhead in time for the boat. I get to Chester and find out the train is only going to Rhyl (not halfway along the line) and there will be a bus to Holyhead, not in time for the ferry. So I am sitting waiting in the tiny waiting room when two lesbians and a gay guy come in and offer me a beer (why not?) and have one with them. Down the platform, two drunken bums (with their two little dogs) are arguing. So we get on the train when it comes and when the lesbians and the gay guy understand my predicament they offer to let me stay with them in Bangor for the night. I politely decline. While on the train, there is a louder argument down the corridor from the bums. One of the lesbians, facing them, spontaneously jumps up and shouts and runs down the carriage to the bums. Turns out the man bum had hit the woman bum. Not really acceptable to someone who is probably a feminist. Anyway, we get the Rhyl, and she tells the bus driver not to let them on the replacement bus, but he does anyway. It is now about 1 a.m. He lets them on. At the same time, about half a dozen drunken teenagers get on, sit down the back with the junkies and start singing. The same song. Over and over. With the mentally challenged junkie joining in. Anyway, the bus driver is talking to this sixteen year old looking girl the whole time (seems like his girlfriend, tbh, a bit of an age difference) while flying down the dual carriageway in the pouring rain. The lesbians tell the teenagers to shut up but they respond it is their night out and they'll do what they want. So we keep going when one of the teenagers comes up to the bus driver and asks if he'll drop him off at the next roundabout (bout three miles away) cos it is close to home. The bus driver asks if the train stops at his house. He is perplexed. Bus driver says it is a rail replacement bus and only stops at train stations. Teenager kicks off, starts swearing at bus driver. He slams on the brakes and tells teenager to get off, cos he won't be verbally abused. So he is thrown off, but kicks at the doors, nearly breaking them. We continue on towards Bangor. The lesbians again tell the kids and the bums to shut up, cos by this stage it is 2 a.m. On the way into Bangor, they argue some more and the female bum punches one of the lesbians. As you do. So the bus comes to a stop upon being told (screeching, slams on the brakes, while we are heading down a steep hill). The cops are called. While we wait for them, a white Vauxhall Nova pulls up behind us. Who jumps out of the back seat but the kid who was thrown off the bus ten miles back. He starts berating the driver for throwing him off in the middle of nowhere in the rain, when the driver tells him that the cops are en route. Him and his friends quickly scarper, in the nova. The cops show up, take statements from all (I saw very little, my back was to the fight and I didn't see it), and arrest the female bum and give the lesbians and gay guy a lift home. The male bum thus walks off down the street with the two dogs, leaving only me and three others on the bus. So, we get the Holyhead at about 3:30 a.m. (the boat left at 2, I think) and try the Holiday Inn or Travelodge across the road. No rooms. ****. Nowhere else in town. So I try to sleep on a metal bench in the train station / ferry terminal. While there, a small kid is running through the place, in and out the automatic doors, so the place is absolutely freezing, it being March. I get no sleep whatsoever, and eventually get the ferry home at midday the next day, having to plead with the Irishferries ticket desk to let me home. So, I get on the ferry and discover the ferry is going to Dun Laoghaire not Dublin port, where my bike is. Argh!
I wanted to read that but i got to the 2nd line and it was just too painful
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There was many a drunken night as a teenager when yours truly had a few cans too many that prevented him from going home to doting parents, but we've all been in that boat, so i'll share a sober experience.
When i was about 15/16, i was going out with a girl i was mad about, and one evening i receive a text asking me to come over, that her parents were out. Ecstatic, i hopped on the last bus out (she lived in a small town/village in the middle of nowhere) and i was sure tonight would be 'the night'.
On the bus out, my phone died but i wasn't worried because i thought i could charge it in her house. However, when i got there it turned out all she wanted to do was break up. And so i was pretty much chucked out onto the street, with no phone in a village i know nobody else. I sauntered around wallowing in misery for a while until i go back looking to use her phone. She wont answer the door. (she hardly drifted off to sleep in the space of 20 minutes, malicious bitch)
I freaked out a little bit, as i only had a bus ticket and 3 euro on me. I found a shop at about ten to midnight, which was closing in ten minutes. So i spent the 3 euro on a box of eggs and proceeded to violently egg her house. I then had to spend the rest of the night on a park bench waiting for the next bus home which was at 7.45 the following morning 0 -
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There was many a drunken night as a teenager when yours truly had a few cans too many that prevented him from going home to doting parents, but we've all been in that boat, so i'll share a sober experience.
When i was about 15/16, i was going out with a girl i was mad about, and one evening i receive a text asking me to come over, that her parents were out. Ecstatic, i hopped on the last bus out (she lived in a small town/village in the middle of nowhere) and i was sure tonight would be 'the night'.
On the bus out, my phone died but i wasn't worried because i thought i could charge it in her house. However, when i got there it turned out all she wanted to do was break up. And so i was pretty much chucked out onto the street, with no phone in a village i know nobody else. I sauntered around wallowing in misery for a while until i go back looking to use her phone. She wont answer the door. (she hardly drifted off to sleep in the space of 20 minutes, malicious bitch)
I freaked out a little bit, as i only had a bus ticket and 3 euro on me. I found a shop at about ten to midnight, which was closing in ten minutes. So i spent the 3 euro on a box of eggs and proceeded to violently egg her house. I then had to spend the rest of the night on a park bench waiting for the next bus home which was at 7.45 the following morning
Well done lad, she deserved a lot more then an egging for that. What a kunt :mad:0 -
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