What was the strangest night out you ever had?

gifted

A few years back I went into cork city for a few beers and ended up meeting this woman in a bar, was yapping away to her for a while and ended up walking her home ( ****ing miles by the way ). On the way to her place she told me she had a baby and he would be home soon ( this was around 1-30 ish ). Told her no bother blah blah usual bull.

Got back to her place and my god but she lived in a rough spot, top floor in the old flats in Togher, the remains of a fire at the end of the stairs, no lift FFS. Finally got up the stairs and she told me to wait in the front room while she went in to change. Great stuff I says to myself, 5 mins later out she marched with a hoodie on her and a pair of jeans and she started putting on a pair of doc martins boots. What the **** is goin on here I says to myself so i kinda asked her gently ( they were big boots ). Told me she had to take the dog for a walk.

So there I am, 2ish at this stage and we're walking an effing mutt around one of the roughest places in Cork, ****ting I am but kept telling myself that it would be worth it. Got back to her place at last, put the mutt into the kitchen and getting ready to make the move when ding dong, her baby arrives home. The baby was around 6 foot 4 with a beard and was looking at me very strange but not half as strange as I was looking at him. She introduced me to her son and then said thanks very much and before I knew it, I was standing outside her flat on me todd, scratching me head and not a taxi to be seen.

Definetly the strangest night I ever had

AnonoBoy

One time I went out to the shops to get milk and ended up running for election in Cambodia.

Chucken

AnonoBoy wrote: »

One time I went out to the shops to get milk and ended up running for election in Cambodia.

Don't you just hate when that happens?:(

Frosty McSnowballs

Not my strangest one but....went for "one" and ended up in Bono's garden, stealing a security camera and selling it to a Spanish chick.

MarkY91

4 nights in amsterdam has left me with fond memories and emotional scars. nearly getting beat up by a pimp sounds like a story from a comedy movie but hey.. great craic :P

Rayne Wooney

This one time I ended up out-out, but I didn't even go out, I just popped out.

Intensive Care Bear

The night i got kidnapped by an illegal taxi driver who tried to make me smoke crack with him.

AnonoBoy

Chucken wrote: »

Don't you just hate when that happens?:(

It's almost a cliché at this stage it happens so much.

AlanS181824

What a story! How long did it take ye to make that one up? :P

PizzamanIRL

1210m5g wrote: »

The night i got kidnapped by an illegal taxi driver who tried to make me smoke crack with him.

Continue.

DazMarz

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FoYZR2JKkDU

Daveysil15

I approached a girl in a nightclub once and she actually engaged in conversation with me. That was really strange.

Doom

In Dublin one night some prick who I bummed a smoke off wanted me to join the 'RA...said no...he chased me into the old sheriff st area...mental

One morning, several years ago, and after a particularly overindulgent night out in Galway City — the details of which are more than a little foggy — I woke up in a kennel about a mile or so west of Moycullen (which is itself about 10 miles west of Galway City). My drunk-radar, which normally takes me home safely, must have been badly misfiring that night.

Frynge

Out for a few social bevvies one night and the next morning I woke up ordained and making love to a fire extinguisher.

Aint Eazy Being Cheezy

Me & 3 friends fancied a night out in the city centre for a change. Taxi home was 80 then. Said we'd get the train in and keep €20 each seperate to get home.

Had a good night, came out of the club but every single driver didn't wanna take a fare to Drogheda, most offered their card and said call back in an hour or so.

Getting fed up me and 1 other fella told the other 2 to wait (they were pretty drunk) and we'd try find a taxi to take us. Found one eventually (getting late by then anyway) went back to collect the lads and there they are scoffing chips, kebabs, burgers, fizzy drinks..

"Where'd youse get the money for those?" I asked. Yep, tw#ts had spent the taxi money on food! Taxi driver was hardly gonna bring us for half price, and we were all broke students/apprentices with no more money.

Ended up getting onto the railway tracks at Tara st and walking 30+ miles home. Think it was 11am or so when we got home. Never again

Santa Cruz

Doing one doggy style while looking at Twink on the telly

Frynge

Johnny Electricity wrote: »

Me & 3 friends fancied a night out in the city centre for a change. Taxi home was 80 then. Said we'd get the train in and keep €20 each seperate to get home.

Had a good night, came out of the club but every single driver didn't wanna take a fare to Drogheda, most offered their card and said call back in an hour or so.

Getting fed up me and 1 other fella told the other 2 to wait (they were pretty drunk) and we'd try find a taxi to take us. Found one eventually (getting late by then anyway) went back to collect the lads and there they are scoffing chips, kebabs, burgers, fizzy drinks..

"Where'd youse get the money for those?" I asked. Yep, tw#ts had spent the taxi money on food! Taxi driver was hardly gonna bring us for half price, and we were all broke students/apprentices with no more money.

Ended up getting onto the railway tracks at Tara st and walking 30+ miles home. Think it was 11am or so when we got home. Never again

Done something like that before but 5 miles is not near as bad.

HalloweenJack

Have walked the distance from the city centre back to Bray a few times, though it wouldn't be the maddest night out I've had.

Probably a toss-up between two I can think of.

In Vienna, me and a friend ended the night in a Russian mafia-owned after-hours bar with free Red Bull and jaegers in front of us. It all started after the bar we were in started closing down and outside we'd asked a guy for a smoke. He was a massive ****er in height and build. He pulled the smokes out of a cigarette box with Cyrillic writing on it and then offered to sell us some for a ridiculously cheap price. He explained that his family smuggled cigarettes from one of those Islamic Russian republics.

Next thing we knew, he'd dragged us into a bar and put some drinks in front of us before disappearing. It was a well dodgy place. Very dark and dingy with strobe lights and girls dancing about. Everyone else in the place was a spitter for the guy that'd led us in. As soon as me and my mate copped on to how dodgy this place could be, we legged it.

Another time, I was threatened by a Moroccan drug dealer in Sevilla. I'd bought some weed and coke off him but I didn't have enough money on me (which was a lie) so had to convince him that I'd come back to the same bar the next night to pay him the rest (even though I didn't live there and I knew I was leaving the next morning. Anyway, later that night I went back out to smoke and he came up to me. He'd seen me buying a drink so he knew I had more money then I'd let on. I told him no then he said "I have a gun in my pants" before laughing hysterically and telling me he was joking. At this point, he looked around, lifted his shirt and made sure I saw the gun he had tucked into his pants.

Needless to say I paid up, went inside, found my friends and we got the hell out of that place.

MadsL

New Year's Eve in Sarajevo.

Start the night with a few quiet beers in a bar downtown. Go for a piss and my mate is chatting up an absolute stunner. She wanders off for a bit and he tells me she is a Playboy scout so is off chatting up a few girls. He also tells me she's a former Playmate. Quick google and he's found her pics online.

She eventually wanders back over and sit down for a beer. She also introduces her brother, who we buy a beer for as well. Brother tells us his life history which involves fighting in the Serbian army rather than die after he is captured as a Croat soldier. He tell us some really really fucked stories of the mass genocide. He's clearly an utter nutjob now.

Mate wants to stick around as he thinks he's in with the former Playmate. I get stuck with loony brother to babysit who is obviously trying to cockblock my mate. Everytime we go out for a smoke he's us following pretty close, hugging us (pickpocketing us) and suggesting we go to another party. I'm ok with the pickpocketing as I have couple of pretty worthless notes in my pocket - the rest is the night out money in my moneybelt and the emergency ATM card is in my shoe. We are seriously getting to the point where we feel we are being set up by this brother/sister duo, if indeed they are brother/sister at all, for being robbed and probably killed.

We make a decision at midnight, go out on the street and try to lose them in the mayhem and fireworks. We succeed only for my mate to almost get arrested for throwing firecrackers. I manage to convince the cop he's just drunk and I'm taking him back to the hotel and we leg it. We run into the couple around the next street. Fuck! Now we have to dodge them after they greet us like long-lost friends and insist we go party with them. We get to a sidestreet, look at each other and run like crazy back to the hotel.

I think we had a close call. Sarajevo is great, go visit

Santa Cruz

MadsL wrote: »

New Year's Eve in Sarajevo.

Start the night with a few quiet beers in a bar downtown. Go for a piss and my mate is chatting up an absolute stunner. She wanders off for a bit and he tells me she is a Playboy scout so is off chatting up a few girls. He also tells me she's a former Playmate. Quick google and he's found her pics online.

She eventually wanders back over and sit down for a beer. She also introduces her brother, who we buy a beer for as well. Brother tells us his life history which involves fighting in the Serbian army rather than die after he is captured as a Croat soldier. He tell us some really really fucked stories of the mass genocide. He's clearly an utter nutjob now.

Mate wants to stick around as he thinks he's in with the former Playmate. I get stuck with loony brother to babysit who is obviously trying to cockblock my mate. Everytime we go out for a smoke he's us following pretty close, hugging us (pickpocketing us) and suggesting we go to another party. I'm ok with the pickpocketing as I have couple of pretty worthless notes in my pocket - the rest is the night out money in my moneybelt and the emergency ATM card is in my shoe. We are seriously getting to the point where we feel we are being set up by this brother/sister duo, if indeed they are brother/sister at all, for being robbed and probably killed.

We make a decision at midnight, go out on the street and try to lose them in the mayhem and fireworks. We succeed only for my mate to almost get arrested for throwing firecrackers. I manage to convince the cop he's just drunk and I'm taking him back to the hotel and we leg it. We run into the couple around the next street. Fuck! Now we have to dodge them after they greet us like long-lost friends and insist we go party with them. We get to a sidestreet, look at each other and run like crazy back to the hotel.

I think we had a close call. Sarajevo is great, go visit

And the winner of Fiction Short Story 2013 is.....

qo2cj1dsne8y4k

On Friday night I went out on an impromptu mess of a night and what was supposed to have been a civilised dinner, turned into trolling an old woman in a hotel after the residence bar closed, all was going well until she told me hitler was insane and for the Craic, I disagreed with her. I was not expecting her reaction, she freaked out all up in my bidniz, I thought she was on the verge of tears. Then I went home, completly wrote off, didn't have my house key so dragged a ladder around to the back of the house and climbed in through my brothers bedroom window, busting my ankle in the process. In a dress. Carrying my shoes.

Was a pretty strange night over all

MadsL

Santa Cruz wrote: »

And the winner of Fiction Short Story 2013 is.....

My nose still has skin on it even if you are a skeptical mofo.

I've visited Sarajevo twice. Would you like to see my holiday pics or the reservation emails?

Daveysil15

MadsL wrote: »

New Year's Eve in Sarajevo.

Start the night with a few quiet beers in a bar downtown. Go for a piss and my mate is chatting up an absolute stunner. She wanders off for a bit and he tells me she is a Playboy scout so is off chatting up a few girls. He also tells me she's a former Playmate. Quick google and he's found her pics online.

She eventually wanders back over and sit down for a beer. She also introduces her brother, who we buy a beer for as well. Brother tells us his life history which involves fighting in the Serbian army rather than die after he is captured as a Croat soldier. He tell us some really really fucked stories of the mass genocide. He's clearly an utter nutjob now.

Mate wants to stick around as he thinks he's in with the former Playmate. I get stuck with loony brother to babysit who is obviously trying to cockblock my mate. Everytime we go out for a smoke he's us following pretty close, hugging us (pickpocketing us) and suggesting we go to another party. I'm ok with the pickpocketing as I have couple of pretty worthless notes in my pocket - the rest is the night out money in my moneybelt and the emergency ATM card is in my shoe. We are seriously getting to the point where we feel we are being set up by this brother/sister duo, if indeed they are brother/sister at all, for being robbed and probably killed.

We make a decision at midnight, go out on the street and try to lose them in the mayhem and fireworks. We succeed only for my mate to almost get arrested for throwing firecrackers. I manage to convince the cop he's just drunk and I'm taking him back to the hotel and we leg it. We run into the couple around the next street. Fuck! Now we have to dodge them after they greet us like long-lost friends and insist we go party with them. We get to a sidestreet, look at each other and run like crazy back to the hotel.

I think we had a close call. Sarajevo is great, go visit

Jasus you're a well prepared man.

Your story kind of reminds me of the film In Bruges, where the attractive girl is used to lure unsuspecting tourists so they can rob them.

JohnCleary

MadsL wrote: »

My nose still has skin on it even if you are a skeptical mofo.

I've visited Sarajevo twice. Would you like to see my holiday pics or the reservation emails?

Don't feed the trolls, man. There's too many users of boards that haven't left the comfort of their Mammy's house, never mind a decent party.

I have some pretty decent stories from home and abroad but wouldn't bother sharing tbh, as you'll just have the usual replies. And tbh, some of the stories i'd have to tell... if someone told them to me, i'd be calling BS... you just had to be there

siblers

Although not patriculary stange but I was out in Dingle for new years, several sambucas etc later I was doing WWE type wrestling moves on a stack of next day papers outside a petrol station. It was like I had taken some acid or something I was totally out of control, I had to be dragged away from them in the end.

danoc

1210m5g wrote: »

The night i got kidnapped by an illegal taxi driver who tried to make me smoke crack with him.

Please tell me more about this haha

Grayson

I went out in Dublin and woke up in Sligo. Besides that, my night was actually pretty tame.

poundapunnet

Some hippie party that had hash brownies and four year olds with inattentive parents, bad combination, jesus, still hate thinking about that. Had brought a few of my more scobie looking friends along to it as well and one of them took the drumming circle like a duck to water, very strange sight.

Seachmall

I went to a mates house to have a few quiet ones and a bit of banter.

I woke up the next morning on the roof of the local school and a €40 bill for a phone psychic.

Mate said I told him I was going out to buy smokes and never returned.

WoollyRedHat

I ended up sleeping in a lift one night. That has to be up there (or down there).

Mr. CooL ICE

In my band during college, we played a friend's house party during rag week, which was raided by the cops. We then decided to move all equipment around the corner to our house and continue the gig and house party there. Lasted about 20 mins before the cops raided that and everybody was kicked out.

While we were sitting around, surveying the destruction of 40+ people suddenly entering and being kicked out of our house, we heard some commotion outside. Looked like people being arrested and put in a paddy wagon in the middle of a green beside our house. After having a closer look and asking around, we realised what had happened.

The paddy wagon had been chasing two streakers through our estate and chased them across the green, but ended getting stuck. The only two cops manning it looked young and completely bewildered. Probably only recent Templemore graduates. Basically, every passing student thought it was hilarious but all helped to try and move the van out of the mud, wrecking the bumper and panelling in the process. The van just never budged though.

One of my housemates, a thick-as-sh1t kerryman, who was hammered at the time, said to one of the cops "let me drive it. i drove a tractor back home". He revved the sh1te our of it and of course, nothing happened. After a while, 'backup' arrived, complete withsome kind of towing rope and everybody scattered.



tl;dr, Drunken kerry student drives police vehicle, with permission

Scartbeg

Hamburg Station 1987 at the end of an Interrail trip and I've just enough cash for my ferry back to the UK. While waiting for the train I get talking to an apparently English fella, but it turns out he's from a small Scottish town that he left 20 odd years before. I happen to know a very long joke about his hometown, and on hearing it he is in tears of laughter, he's my friend for life and is offering to buy me beers.

It turns out he lives in Hamburg making a living dealing drugs and collecting dole. Against my better judgement, though he did appear totally genuine, we headed off to his flat in the St Pauli district behind the station. (The more rough and ready red light area of Hamburg). On the way he removes his gun from his waistband and asks me to hold his it while he takes a p*ss. Then I find myself shaking hands with pimps and assorted dodgy types as we make our way to his place.

At his appartment he is the best host, we drink beer and roll joints while he reminisces about his homeland. We are joined by an assortment of his friends snorting and smoking, then he decides to break out his collection of weapons. I'm no expert but there appeared to be some heavy firepower there. Next he's firing crossbow bolts randomly at the walls and dartboard on the door. Each time you went to the toilet you had to wait for the 'thud' so it was safe to open the door. So they're all trying to persuade me to stay on for a few weeks and how easy it was to sign on, collect a few Deutschmarks and carry on partying.

Luckily I kept my head, I didn't see this ending well, and manage to slip away early in the morning while the impromptu party degenerated further.

The last thing I remember is pulling my rucksack on at the station locker and falling flat on my back, watching the feet of people stepping around me. Next thing I woke up in one of those train compartments on my own, clothes folded neatly on the floor. Somehow I was on the train to Oostende and my ferry home, and feeling slightly wiser for the experience.

Larianne

Daveysil15 wrote: »

I approached a girl in a nightclub once and she actually engaged in conversation with me. That was really strange.

Barmaid?

diomed

95 beers and a bottle of cane spirits between five. We had been drinking earlier.
The host brought out his collection of dried elephant droppings - they had a "find the biggest dropping" competition - and his best effort had a branch in it.
A catering size coffee tin of weed.
The host fired off a few blasts of his shotgun down the table at a bed he had propped up against a tree.
Two of the five were barred from drinking by their doctors.
When the evening was over I flopped down on my bed, an inflated air bed on a concrete floor. It wasn't inflated, and I probably knocked myself out.

Geomy

Went out to the Shannon Knights on a Thursday, woke up in Athlone 6 day's later...
Had a single bus ticket from Cork to Athlone in my pocket. ...
I was in Cork Friday night lol
A bag beside me on a park bench and a 6pack of cider, and a local solicitors business card in my wallet...
I had spent the last 6 day's binge drinking and blacked out for 4....
My phone rang and it was the solicitor calling me wondering where I was. ...
I was staying with her in her apartment since Sunday night, she was quite attractive looking and took pity on me.
I think her dad was an alcoholic, so she liked fixing people.
I just had enough, got a bus back to Shannon, kicked the booze and im sober since that morning in 2003 :-)

Witchie

Friday night I got drunk in my old school which was a bit random. I didn't drink back in school so was fun to hammer free wine into me at a reunion and also getting chatting to my favourite teacher who used to be a nun but is now married to an ex priest. I did apologise to some of my old teachers too for all the crap I put them through.

Strange fun night. Felt like I was 15 again, 21 years after leaving school.

Cienciano

Not the strangest night out, but the strangest thing:
Was in amsterdam and having a smoke in the coffee shop (up past Barneys Coffeeshop for anyone who knows amsterdam) and a dwarf on a little bmx cycled past. I was stoned, thought it was weird, but carried on and never mentioned it.
Next day we were way over the far side of the red light district (dublin equivalent distance would be parnell street to camden street) having a smoke just inside the door of a coffee shop. We were both smoking and looking out the window and I said "did you see that dwarf on a bmx yesterday?". My mate said "no", but the second he says it, who the hell goes past, but the dwarf on the bmx.
OK, probably not that good, but when you're stoned, it's fúcking amazing

bear1

Cienciano wrote: »

Not the strangest night out, but the strangest thing:
Was in amsterdam and having a smoke in the coffee shop (up past Barneys Coffeeshop for anyone who knows amsterdam) and a dwarf on a little bmx cycled past. I was stoned, thought it was weird, but carried on and never mentioned it.
Next day we were way over the far side of the red light district (dublin equivalent distance would be parnell street to camden street) having a smoke just inside the door of a coffee shop. We were both smoking and looking out the window and I said "did you see that dwarf on a bmx yesterday?". My mate said "no", but the second he says it, who the hell goes past, but the dwarf on the bmx.
OK, probably not that good, but when you're stoned, it's fúcking amazing

I don't even need any toxins to find that funny at all just cracks me up and thats it

Brian2208

This one time, I went to the shop to buy a bottle of coke and some doughnuts. One thing led to another and I ended up throwing a TV off an overpass at 3 in the morning.

Good times

The Dom

The strangest nights out always seem to be the ones were you had no real plans to do anything.

One night I was on my way home from the cinema and met a mate who convinced me to go for one drink, so I did and then he convinced me to stay and have another. He then goes to the toilet and never returns.

I get chatting with two lads from Birmingham and they start asking me about lapdancing clubs and I tell them I have never been to any (which was true) and that the only one I really know of is half casino / half lapdancing club and that I only know of it because I have walked past it a few times.

They decide they are going to go to it and start knocking back their drinks fast and ask me if I'm coming. I say no, that it's not my thing and that sure I don't have any cash anyway. They start grabbing me, saying I'm coming whether I liked it or not and that I wasn't to worry about cash, the night was on them.

As soon as we get outside they jump in a rickshaw and point at me and say: "He'll tell you were we're going". So off we all go, with them screaming at everyone along the way about where they are going and what they are going to see (in graphic detail). I remember one group of very well dressed ladies walking out of the Gaiety been quite unnerved by been screamed at by two brummies in a speeding rickshaw that they were gonna "lick som focking Iroish possy".

So we get there and the lads bring me up to the door in a half head lock and say: "This man here tells us this is the best lapdancing club in Dublin. He says the birds here are better than Stringfellows, is he right?" and start winking at the bouncers like they know them years. In we go and are shown to some plush room with all leather seats and there are girls walking around in strange looking night dresses, all of whom are clearly eastern European.

Lads immediately start complaining to me under their breath: "Oi, oi, mate. Where's all the Iroish girls mate?" I have no idea what to say and just shrug my shoulders and sit down. They order drinks and when they find out the prices say: "For a focking drink??" which gets the attention of some burly looking bloke standing at the door we came in through. I just start sinking into my chair wishing I'd never come.

Next they say: "Where's the pole dancing then? Surely a lapdancing club worth it's salt has some pole dancing" at which point girls approach us, telling us all what can be availed of and in another room. They both decide on some lap dances and offer to get me one: "Do you one Paddy? Go on mate". I however graciously decline as I'm beginning to think the two boys are being enticed into another room as they are about to get whacked. Either way, when they entered it, I left.

RIP the two brummie lads, maybe.

jebus84

a few quite ones on a friday night,ended up trying to drive a cherry picker up a one way street,

trying to find a girls house after a feed of pints, I got lost in a field,but lost one of my new runners,so slept in the field full of cows till it was bright and could find the runner and walked home soaked to the bone that morning

beakerjoe

I read on FB the other day

"Mad night out, cant remember much but woke up with the toilet attendant from the blacker (Liz Delaneys in coolock) on my couch in his nip. WTF"

sounds like a fun night

Cienciano

You do some weird things when you're drunk. I remember coming home from the pub and me and a mate thought it would be brilliant to roll home. So we lay on our sides and rolled sideways down the road. Just measured it on google earth, managed to roll 300 meters. Rolling over the speedbumps was actually quite hard.
Waking up the next day with bruises everywhere, wondering why and and having a flashback of rolling down the road was funny.

I also know a guy who decided to have a race home with his mate with their trousers down. One of them ripped their trousers in half.

Was really drunk in Copper face jacks, i fell asleep and woke up in front of a TV playing Ms Congeniality 2 on a Stenaline heading to hollyhead Wales.

bear1

Does anyone else feel like getting completely ****faced right now?

Strangest for me would be my 18th birthday.
Myself and a few lads went away to Roscommon for the night (Don't ask me why) and got absolutely plastered on straight vodka, pringles and dutch gold.
Decided it would be a good idea to then head out, this is where the black-out for all of us happens.
We all woke up the next day with blood on our heads, broken glass in our hair and ripped clothes.
We still don't know to this day wtf happened but needless to say we got the hell out of Roscommon immediately.

Asbury Park

Back in 2000, when I was working in Dublin, a few of us were invited to the 21st of a work colleague and after it was over, myself and my boss ended up heading into town and drinking into the early hours in Leeson St. Anyhow, I was plastered and hopped out of the taxi on the way home a good 2 to 3 miles from where I was living in Rathmines. So I had to walk through the city centre to get home and up around Camden St. (and I still can’t quite remember how and if this even happened correctly) I was accosted by a group of lads intent on mugging me. I don’t know whether they decided I wasn’t worth it or if I got away but I did without a scratch.

Made it back to my place, which was a basement flat, and I woke up a few hours later to hear a male voice from over the other side of the bedroom saying “morning.” Looked up and there was a Guard staring through my now broken bedroom window, which faced onto the back yard of the house. Apparently all of the down stairs flats in the house I lived in and the one next door had been broken into during the night (presumably when I was out). I had a TV, stereo etc in the flat and all they took was some loose change, about 2 or 3 quid, from the kitchen table.

Running it a close second was when I woke up on a beach in Tenerife, with my shoes and socks missing, and spent an hour or so walking around the resort barefoot trying to find where I was staying. The last thing I remembered from the night before was myself and a friend being shuffled by two rather large bouncers into a strip club, which was full of trafficked East European women. All the cash I'd had on me from the night before was gone too - whether I'd spent it or what, who knows.

gimmick

Was on a night out in UL years ago. My swordsmith buddy once again pulled. He always did. So the girl invited us all back to her place to meet her friends etc and they were having a party. Pity that the buddy had told her we were from Belfast and were down in Limerick to "lay low" for a few months after some bother we got ourselves into with some very unpleasant people.

Somehow, back at the house, everyone believed us. They all seemed genuinely interested and there was no sarcasm in their questions. Every now and then we would answer "cannot tell you that, might cause you trouble".

It was good fun, but extremely tiresome. Eventually a girl arrived back, and rumbled our "story". My buddy exploded at her "we have seen brothers murdered by the UVF in front of our eyes and you dare question us", and then we left.

Needless to say, I got no action. But that was par for the course!!

guttenberg

gimmick wrote: »

Was on a night out in UL years ago. My swordsmith buddy once again pulled. He always did. So the girl invited us all back to her place to meet her friends etc and they were having a party. Pity that the buddy had told her we were from Belfast and were down in Limerick to "lay low" for a few months after some bother we got ourselves into with some very unpleasant people.

Somehow, back at the house, everyone believed us. They all seemed genuinely interested and there was no sarcasm in their questions. Every now and then we would answer "cannot tell you that, might cause you trouble".

It was good fun, but extremely tiresome. Eventually a girl arrived back, and rumbled our "story". My buddy exploded at her "we have seen brothers murdered by the UVF in front of our eyes and you dare question us", and then we left.

Needless to say, I got no action. But that was par for the course!!

Please tell me you've a Cork accent and not a Northern one?:D

byronbay2

bear1 wrote: »

Strangest for me would be my 18th birthday.
Myself and a few lads went away to Roscommon for the night (Don't ask me why) and got absolutely plastered on straight vodka, pringles and dutch gold.
Decided it would be a good idea to then head out, this is where the black-out for all of us happens.
We all woke up the next day with blood on our heads, broken glass in our hair and ripped clothes.
We still don't know to this day wtf happened but needless to say we got the hell out of Roscommon immediately.

How was your anus??

eviltimeban

One night out in London I ended up in Sheffield. Fell asleep on the Tube. Must have changed at Liverpool St.