StormWarrior wrote: » When I was 16 me and my schoolfriends would go to our local heavy metal nightclub every Friday night and there was a ginger bloke there all the time by the name of Andy. He didn't seem to have any friends or know anyone, but week after week, month after month, he was always there. That summer I had a party and it was pretty much open invitation. This Andy bloke turned up and sat all night with a bunch of my friends who didn't really know who he was. He never spoke, just bummed spliffs off people all night. The next day, everyone except my 2 best friends went home. These 2 friends were going to stay for another night for a private chat. But when everyone had left, Andy was still there. He didn't speak to us but just sat there still bumming spliffs. I tried to make him get the hint to leave, by saying things like, "Well, what are you doing tonight, how are you getting home, what time do you have to be home by," etc but he just shrugged and wouldn't get the hint. Eventually I had to get my mum come in and pretend to say that everyone had to leave. I whispered to my 2 friends that they should go reound the back and let themselves in through the garage. When they stepped outside though, Andy seemed to think that he would join them wherever they were going. He really thought they would just take him home with them. Eventually we managed to get rid of him. A few months later we made friends with a bloke who often had alot of people round at his flat. One night we went round, and andy was there asleep on the setee. Everyone else was awake and watching TV, chatting or cooking. I said to the bloke whose house it was, "I didn't know you knew Andy." And I pointed at andy. The houseowner said, "I don't know him! Is that his name? I've never seen him before. He just followed the others here from the club, walked straight in and just went to sleep on the setee!" It took them quite a while to get rid of him.
shenanigans1982 wrote: » Never in astrange house but I remember walking back from the pub and sitting on a wall for a bit of a rest, woke up the next morning soaking wet, flat on my back and with my legs up on the wall. Worst thing was that I had actually walked past my house to get to this wall for a rest.