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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

What's the stupidest d*unken non sexual related thing you have done?

Many moons ago I stole an illuminated keep left traffic bollard. When I say stole, I woke up and it was at the end of my bed

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By *eryBigGirlWoman
over a year ago

East Yorkshire

Haha I used to come home with a traffic cone most weekends and leave it in my parents living room!! Dad weren't impressed every time he fell over it half asleep oops

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By *aceytopWoman
over a year ago

from a town near you

many moons ago I did a streak round hyde park in leeds in the middle of winter

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

When I was d*unk..I was dying for a wee..put my key in the door and pissed myself on my doorstep. .ha ha!!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Woke up in Leeds.

I was drinking in London

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By *aceytopWoman
over a year ago

from a town near you

I have also torn the ligaments in both ankles,once dancing round a handbag,and both of them at the same time when I fell off a table

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By *irtyGirlWoman
over a year ago

Edinburgh

Flashed my tits at complete strangers thinking they were our mates. Middle aged couple in the holiday cottage next door to us. Then I had to go and tell them it was okay for them to block us in. Most embarrassing.

I wasn't d*unk either. Stone cold stupidity!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"Woke up in Leeds.

I was drinking in London "

Haha I went to sleep in Cleveland once and woke up in Tennessee!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

me and my friends stole a waiter..... took him from the Indian restaurant and into a cab back to our village from town.....I say took...that should be carried.

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By *bony in IvoryCouple
over a year ago

Black&White Utopia

Many moons ago and on way home from a halloween party.. The driver ( who was sober) decided to pull in to a garage to get petrol. We all got out to go get snacks etc .... Not realizing we still had all our masks on! Totaly rat arsed we were. Suddenly all the shutters came down and alarms set off. Poor man thought we were robbers! We couldnt stop laughing and even the Police saw the funny side of it... In the end! Hassen to add this was when i was in my youth! Not recently!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"Woke up in Leeds.

I was drinking in London "

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Came home rat arsed one night, picked a fight with the wheelie bin cos it was 'looking at me funny' them promptly passed out in the back garden and woke up the next morning in the pouring rain

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Staged a 'sit in' in a nightclub in the days they shut at 2am.

I was enjoying myself and didn't want to go home, so plonked myself in the middle of the dancefloor and refused to move.

I was carried out by the bouncers and placed on the pavement.

It was all very civilised really

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I think gettin my knob out and trying to piss on mum will take some beating tho

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By *aceytopWoman
over a year ago

from a town near you


"Staged a 'sit in' in a nightclub in the days they shut at 2am.

I was enjoying myself and didn't want to go home, so plonked myself in the middle of the dancefloor and refused to move.

I was carried out by the bouncers and placed on the pavement.

It was all very civilised really "
I was sat in the chill out lounge talking to some guy when the cleaner came in,apparently everyone had gone home two hours earlier

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By *otsoSnowWhiteWoman
over a year ago

My Ice Castle! South Wales

Used to regularly move the signs about in the town on our way home that's when they stopped leaving them out.

Walked home one night with what looked like a perfectly good Christmas tree when I pissed left it outside the front door to wake up the next morning and find it was mostly dead hence why it'd been left out!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

had a night out with a mate woke up the following morning in his bedsit with a house for sale sign board in the room lol neither of us can remember how it got there!

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By *rixie and dixieCouple
over a year ago

Birmingham

Fell asleep while having a wee in a club only for the cleaners to wake me up at 6am!!

Still had my knickers round my ankles

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By *trawberry-popWoman
over a year ago

South East Midlands NOT

I don't have any funnies to tell of my own, but an ex once decided to pee in his wardrobe.

Also my best friend's fiance fell asleep on a flat roof at her parents house whilst waiting for her to come home. We could hear him snoring but couldn't work out where he was!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"I think gettin my knob out and trying to piss on mum will take some beating tho "

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Woken up with a car theft warning sign on top of me using it as a cover because I honked up on my duvet.

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By *ce WingerMan
over a year ago

P.O. Box DE1 0NQ

Had no money for a taxi, it was raining and a 4 mile walk was out of the equation. As there was a Fair in the Market Place, a Dodgem Car seemed a very inviting place to spend the night.

Got some funny looks in the morning when the owners opened the tarpaulin and saw me zonked out with a bottle of Newcastle Brown in ma lap

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"many moons ago I did a streak round hyde park in leeds in the middle of winter "

Good going

I've woken up in there.....long time ago

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By *rixie and dixieCouple
over a year ago

Birmingham


"Had no money for a taxi, it was raining and a 4 mile walk was out of the equation. As there was a Fair in the Market Place, a Dodgem Car seemed a very inviting place to spend the night.

Got some funny looks in the morning when the owners opened the tarpaulin and saw me zonked out with a bottle of Newcastle Brown in ma lap "

Love it

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Set off fireworks one night (not in fireworks season) and someone reported gunshots to the Police.

They even set up a roadblock at one point :-/

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Snapped a heel on my shoe so I fell down the wooden stairs in the pub . I got up and went clubbing with one shoe on . Two days later found out my kidneys had started bleeding because of the fall lol

Told my dad I fell off a bus lol

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

When I was about 18 I crawled home about 3 or 4am from clubbing. Hunted everywhere for my keys to get in but couldn't find them anywhere and was too scared to knock the door coz my Mum would have murdered me, so I decided crashing out in my sister's Wendy house in the garden was a much better idea and almost the same as being inside. I should point out that it was near Halloween so it was a tad chilly and not like being inside so when I woke up at 6 freezing my butt off and cramped from being curled in a ball on a tiny rug I decided I was just going to have to knock the door and take the ear bashing. Walked to the door and there was my keys,hanging in the lock. They'd obviously been in my hand and I'd put them there out of the way so my hands were free to look for my keys!!! I honestly didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

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By *uttyjonnMan
over a year ago

SEA


"When I was about 18 I crawled home about 3 or 4am from clubbing. Hunted everywhere for my keys to get in but couldn't find them anywhere and was too scared to knock the door coz my Mum would have murdered me, so I decided crashing out in my sister's Wendy house in the garden was a much better idea and almost the same as being inside. I should point out that it was near Halloween so it was a tad chilly and not like being inside so when I woke up at 6 freezing my butt off and cramped from being curled in a ball on a tiny rug I decided I was just going to have to knock the door and take the ear bashing. Walked to the door and there was my keys,hanging in the lock. They'd obviously been in my hand and I'd put them there out of the way so my hands were free to look for my keys!!! I honestly didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "

Got a similar story but I decided to climb up the drainpipe as the upstairs window was open - OMG disaster

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Well this makes me feel bit better about never trying alcohol lol. I do want to experience that feeling of being d*unk one day though, just so I know what everyone is on about.

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By *ittykate84Woman
over a year ago

CHESTER

There is a huge kerb in chester (like half way up my leg high) and like a d*unken fool i forgot to step up, started falling and in blind panic so i didnt smash my wrists i decided to use my forehead to stop the fall, bruised forehead with cuts and a concussion yet i insisted on carrying on partying!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Done a few of the things people.said but mine would have to be after getting rather d*unk I met someone.guy off here didn't know at the time but he knew who I was went back.to his did the deed

He passed out so I grabbed my things a.d started to head home he lived no where near me.. was down by this massive roundabout on out skirts of leeds centre and some guy asked me if I wanted a.lift home. In my d*unken state I agreed but got him.to drop me off at the top of my street..

Woke up in the morning and thanked my lucky stars I was alive.. never got that d*unk without a.friend putting me in a taxi home!!

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By *ampWithABrainWoman
over a year ago

Glasgow

As a student nurse several of us were partying after finishing a load of nights, one gashed her head on the tampon machine in the loo. We ALL took her to a&e n accompanied her into cubicle not cause we cared... Cos we wanted to observe n maybe even get to do stuff (as if they'd let d*unken student nurses do anything), we spent ages getting out cos we were just nosing in every cubicle (poor patients)

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

A tree lol

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By *illwill69uMan
over a year ago

moston

Forumites I stand before you and confess and await your verdict on both my actions and my leading of others astray.

Please O mighty moderating Judges of all that is wholesome allow this post to to remain for all to pass judgement.

Lots! Over a d*unken week I helped myself nightly to roadworks signs near where I used to live then at the weekend Saturday night Sunday morning I and my partners in crime took said signs and bollards down to a roundabout at the start of the duel carriageway entering the local town (Winsford, cheshire) and set up a diversion, we diverted the traffic round and round the roundabout. Then retired to the very dark grass embankment to watch the show which was hilarious (for us) until a lorry driver came along and didnt see the funny side of the prank. I further taunted him when he climed out of his cab having been diverted round the roundabout and started throwing the signs off the road by taunting him in my bad impression of the French soldier in Monty Pythons Holy Grail from from the darkness. shortly later the police arrived and we beat a hasty retreat. however I will never forget watching cars slow up for the diversion drive round 1 and then again then carefully slalom through the cones and carry on, the driver of one even got out moved a sign to one side drove through, stopped got out again replaced the sign and then continued on his way.

The same summer on another d*unken Saturday night Sunday morning, I spent about 2 hours (with help from the same people) turning the bonnet mounted spare tyre of a camel cigs land-rover (never taken off road and polished every Sunday) into a flower bed. No flower was hurt in this as we carefully transplanted them root balls and all, and we were very fair when we realised that we had transplanted the owners flower bed into his spare tyre we redistributed his neighbours flower some going to the tyre other to different gardens. After we finished we all trooped back to mine and and continued drinking and making merry until it was 'The Closes' mutual car washing time when we went back to revisit the scene of our crime, to say that 'The Close' was not its usual idle would be an understatement the local law were there in force as were a number of interested third parties with assorted cameras and even one or two clonking big videos, but the thing that I remember were the smirks on the local constabularies faces as they had to continually turn away from the scene of my d*unken frivolity to stop the "Outraged of Winsford" from seeing them laughing. Of course the local Sgt. Sorry Sgt. Smith spotted me and made a B line for me to demand my explanation, I of course stony faced, well no to be honest in gale of laughter at the havoc I had caused by decorating this tyre that sat in splendour on the bonnet of this African safari yellow Land-rover with a lovely arrangement of pink blue and purple sweet peas with 'The Close' residents ranged around it all shouting at each other and arguing about the ownership of the plants that we had transposed around 'The Close' while all studiously ignoring the centrepiece of our creation, denied all knowledge of the crime, and said that I had to nip home to get my camera to record the artwork. Sgt. Smith quietly informed me that he knew full well that I was the prankster that had him and his men running (and stumbling) around through fields full of hummocks and cow pats (and of course cows) the week before chasing giggles on the wind, and that this was to be my last prank as one of the residents of 'The Close' had informed him that he was a member of the same golf club as the Divisional Chief Super and he was going to have strong words about Sgt. Smiths inability to police Winsford, and that I was to take my band of merry men back to my home and that if I returned with a camera he would be introducing me to one of the not so nice Victorian cells that inhabited the rear of Winsford Police station. I of course accepted my warning with good grace and departed...

Not long after that The owner of afore mentioned Camel Land-Rover swapped it for a much more sensible vehicle to drive the 4 miles to Winsford Industrial Est where his Camel Land-Rover was noticed by its absence. Also a number of the residents of 'The Close' decided that they no longer wanted to have the council rename Clair Place cul-de-sac 'The Close' and that actually 'The Close' had lost its appeal.

To the above I plead unashamedly guilty, that was my summer of 1983.

If any of the recipients of my japes should be here, I hope that time has healed any wounds I may have inflicted and that you have been able to dine out many time on the tale of when I crossed your path. I will add in my defence that I am now a fully diagnosed manic depressive or as now called bi polar disorder and you were the victims of a wonderfully manic summer that I suffered. any others who lived in Winsford, Cheshire and were the innocent victims of either of these pranks other japery, I hope that over the years looking back on the incidents you smile and have a quiet giggle as you remember that wonderful summer. And please drop me a line and say "hi" for old times sake.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"When I was about 18 I crawled home about 3 or 4am from clubbing. Hunted everywhere for my keys to get in but couldn't find them anywhere and was too scared to knock the door coz my Mum would have murdered me, so I decided crashing out in my sister's Wendy house in the garden was a much better idea and almost the same as being inside. I should point out that it was near Halloween so it was a tad chilly and not like being inside so when I woke up at 6 freezing my butt off and cramped from being curled in a ball on a tiny rug I decided I was just going to have to knock the door and take the ear bashing. Walked to the door and there was my keys,hanging in the lock. They'd obviously been in my hand and I'd put them there out of the way so my hands were free to look for my keys!!! I honestly didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Got a similar story but I decided to climb up the drainpipe as the upstairs window was open - OMG disaster "

Haha brilliant, think even I could have worked out that climbing a drainpipe would end badly lol.

I also went skinny dipping once with a bunch of friends. At our local swimming pool. At about 3 in the morning. Coz we were camping on our friends parents was building a house on land backing onto the pool, so we shimmied over the wall. Getting over was fine coz there was a step ladder on the site side. Getting back again was interesting altogether. It resulted in one lad having pebble dash marks from his neck to his toes

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Many years ago I worked on a farm in Denmark on Zealand.

Some evenings us lads would walk the couple of miles to a farm where a load of Dutch girls worked.

New years evening I had d*unk rather a lot of Elephant beer and the obligatory schnapps and was suitably sedated.

We then set off for the girls house.

That's all I remember.

Apparently the group got to the girls house, coats off and warmed up, it was minus twenty eight so a tad chilly, then they realised I was missing.

They retraced their steps and still could not find me.

Both hamlets were alerted and all spread out looking for me.

I was found in a ditch out cold.

I was a lucky guy that night.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"Many years ago I worked on a farm in Denmark on Zealand.

Some evenings us lads would walk the couple of miles to a farm where a load of Dutch girls worked.

New years evening I had d*unk rather a lot of Elephant beer and the obligatory schnapps and was suitably sedated.

We then set off for the girls house.

That's all I remember.

Apparently the group got to the girls house, coats off and warmed up, it was minus twenty eight so a tad chilly, then they realised I was missing.

They retraced their steps and still could not find me.

Both hamlets were alerted and all spread out looking for me.

I was found in a ditch out cold.

I was a lucky guy that night. "

Crikey

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"Forumites I stand before you and confess and await your verdict on both my actions and my leading of others astray.

Please O mighty moderating Judges of all that is wholesome allow this post to to remain for all to pass judgement.

Lots! Over a d*unken week I helped myself nightly to roadworks signs near where I used to live then at the weekend Saturday night Sunday morning I and my partners in crime took said signs and bollards down to a roundabout at the start of the duel carriageway entering the local town (Winsford, cheshire) and set up a diversion, we diverted the traffic round and round the roundabout. Then retired to the very dark grass embankment to watch the show which was hilarious (for us) until a lorry driver came along and didnt see the funny side of the prank. I further taunted him when he climed out of his cab having been diverted round the roundabout and started throwing the signs off the road by taunting him in my bad impression of the French soldier in Monty Pythons Holy Grail from from the darkness. shortly later the police arrived and we beat a hasty retreat. however I will never forget watching cars slow up for the diversion drive round 1 and then again then carefully slalom through the cones and carry on, the driver of one even got out moved a sign to one side drove through, stopped got out again replaced the sign and then continued on his way.

The same summer on another d*unken Saturday night Sunday morning, I spent about 2 hours (with help from the same people) turning the bonnet mounted spare tyre of a camel cigs land-rover (never taken off road and polished every Sunday) into a flower bed. No flower was hurt in this as we carefully transplanted them root balls and all, and we were very fair when we realised that we had transplanted the owners flower bed into his spare tyre we redistributed his neighbours flower some going to the tyre other to different gardens. After we finished we all trooped back to mine and and continued drinking and making merry until it was 'The Closes' mutual car washing time when we went back to revisit the scene of our crime, to say that 'The Close' was not its usual idle would be an understatement the local law were there in force as were a number of interested third parties with assorted cameras and even one or two clonking big videos, but the thing that I remember were the smirks on the local constabularies faces as they had to continually turn away from the scene of my d*unken frivolity to stop the "Outraged of Winsford" from seeing them laughing. Of course the local Sgt. Sorry Sgt. Smith spotted me and made a B line for me to demand my explanation, I of course stony faced, well no to be honest in gale of laughter at the havoc I had caused by decorating this tyre that sat in splendour on the bonnet of this African safari yellow Land-rover with a lovely arrangement of pink blue and purple sweet peas with 'The Close' residents ranged around it all shouting at each other and arguing about the ownership of the plants that we had transposed around 'The Close' while all studiously ignoring the centrepiece of our creation, denied all knowledge of the crime, and said that I had to nip home to get my camera to record the artwork. Sgt. Smith quietly informed me that he knew full well that I was the prankster that had him and his men running (and stumbling) around through fields full of hummocks and cow pats (and of course cows) the week before chasing giggles on the wind, and that this was to be my last prank as one of the residents of 'The Close' had informed him that he was a member of the same golf club as the Divisional Chief Super and he was going to have strong words about Sgt. Smiths inability to police Winsford, and that I was to take my band of merry men back to my home and that if I returned with a camera he would be introducing me to one of the not so nice Victorian cells that inhabited the rear of Winsford Police station. I of course accepted my warning with good grace and departed...

Not long after that The owner of afore mentioned Camel Land-Rover swapped it for a much more sensible vehicle to drive the 4 miles to Winsford Industrial Est where his Camel Land-Rover was noticed by its absence. Also a number of the residents of 'The Close' decided that they no longer wanted to have the council rename Clair Place cul-de-sac 'The Close' and that actually 'The Close' had lost its appeal.

To the above I plead unashamedly guilty, that was my summer of 1983.

If any of the recipients of my japes should be here, I hope that time has healed any wounds I may have inflicted and that you have been able to dine out many time on the tale of when I crossed your path. I will add in my defence that I am now a fully diagnosed manic depressive or as now called bi polar disorder and you were the victims of a wonderfully manic summer that I suffered. any others who lived in Winsford, Cheshire and were the innocent victims of either of these pranks other japery, I hope that over the years looking back on the incidents you smile and have a quiet giggle as you remember that wonderful summer. And please drop me a line and say "hi" for old times sake. "

I want a night out with you !!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

walked into lamp post & knocked myself out.

had no idea I was sporting 2 big black (well purple) eyes until my mums shrieking woke me up the next morning!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I slept in the back garden... haha right by a bush....

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"When I was d*unk..I was dying for a wee..put my key in the door and pissed myself on my doorstep. .ha ha!!"

lol did the very same!!! I also did a dance in the middle of a traffic island to the music in my head, much to the amusement to the passing police in a riot van

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By *illwill69uMan
over a year ago

moston


"Forumites I stand before you and confess and await your verdict on both my actions and my leading of others astray.

Please O mighty moderating Judges of all that is wholesome allow this post to to remain for all to pass judgement.

Lots! Over a d*unken week I helped myself nightly to roadworks signs near where I used to live then at the weekend Saturday night Sunday morning I and my partners in crime took said signs and bollards down to a roundabout at the start of the duel carriageway entering the local town (Winsford, cheshire) and set up a diversion, we diverted the traffic round and round the roundabout. Then retired to the very dark grass embankment to watch the show which was hilarious (for us) until a lorry driver came along and didnt see the funny side of the prank. I further taunted him when he climed out of his cab having been diverted round the roundabout and started throwing the signs off the road by taunting him in my bad impression of the French soldier in Monty Pythons Holy Grail from from the darkness. shortly later the police arrived and we beat a hasty retreat. however I will never forget watching cars slow up for the diversion drive round 1 and then again then carefully slalom through the cones and carry on, the driver of one even got out moved a sign to one side drove through, stopped got out again replaced the sign and then continued on his way.

The same summer on another d*unken Saturday night Sunday morning, I spent about 2 hours (with help from the same people) turning the bonnet mounted spare tyre of a camel cigs land-rover (never taken off road and polished every Sunday) into a flower bed. No flower was hurt in this as we carefully transplanted them root balls and all, and we were very fair when we realised that we had transplanted the owners flower bed into his spare tyre we redistributed his neighbours flower some going to the tyre other to different gardens. After we finished we all trooped back to mine and and continued drinking and making merry until it was 'The Closes' mutual car washing time when we went back to revisit the scene of our crime, to say that 'The Close' was not its usual idle would be an understatement the local law were there in force as were a number of interested third parties with assorted cameras and even one or two clonking big videos, but the thing that I remember were the smirks on the local constabularies faces as they had to continually turn away from the scene of my d*unken frivolity to stop the "Outraged of Winsford" from seeing them laughing. Of course the local Sgt. Sorry Sgt. Smith spotted me and made a B line for me to demand my explanation, I of course stony faced, well no to be honest in gale of laughter at the havoc I had caused by decorating this tyre that sat in splendour on the bonnet of this African safari yellow Land-rover with a lovely arrangement of pink blue and purple sweet peas with 'The Close' residents ranged around it all shouting at each other and arguing about the ownership of the plants that we had transposed around 'The Close' while all studiously ignoring the centrepiece of our creation, denied all knowledge of the crime, and said that I had to nip home to get my camera to record the artwork. Sgt. Smith quietly informed me that he knew full well that I was the prankster that had him and his men running (and stumbling) around through fields full of hummocks and cow pats (and of course cows) the week before chasing giggles on the wind, and that this was to be my last prank as one of the residents of 'The Close' had informed him that he was a member of the same golf club as the Divisional Chief Super and he was going to have strong words about Sgt. Smiths inability to police Winsford, and that I was to take my band of merry men back to my home and that if I returned with a camera he would be introducing me to one of the not so nice Victorian cells that inhabited the rear of Winsford Police station. I of course accepted my warning with good grace and departed...

Not long after that The owner of afore mentioned Camel Land-Rover swapped it for a much more sensible vehicle to drive the 4 miles to Winsford Industrial Est where his Camel Land-Rover was noticed by its absence. Also a number of the residents of 'The Close' decided that they no longer wanted to have the council rename Clair Place cul-de-sac 'The Close' and that actually 'The Close' had lost its appeal.

To the above I plead unashamedly guilty, that was my summer of 1983.

If any of the recipients of my japes should be here, I hope that time has healed any wounds I may have inflicted and that you have been able to dine out many time on the tale of when I crossed your path. I will add in my defence that I am now a fully diagnosed manic depressive or as now called bi polar disorder and you were the victims of a wonderfully manic summer that I suffered. any others who lived in Winsford, Cheshire and were the innocent victims of either of these pranks other japery, I hope that over the years looking back on the incidents you smile and have a quiet giggle as you remember that wonderful summer. And please drop me a line and say "hi" for old times sake.

I want a night out with you !!"

thank you for such a ringing endorsement of my sense of whimsy, hijinks and merriam.

However I am a lot older and cant run any more so the silliness has been turned down from 11. LoL

If ever I am in your area and feeling silly and not taking the sane pills I will invite you to come witness the workings of an ever so slightly strange mind.

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By *U1966Man
over a year ago

Devon

Dancing on small table in the pub fell off onto wine glass stem stuck in my chest got scar to remember it

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"When I was about 18 I crawled home about 3 or 4am from clubbing. Hunted everywhere for my keys to get in but couldn't find them anywhere and was too scared to knock the door coz my Mum would have murdered me, so I decided crashing out in my sister's Wendy house in the garden was a much better idea and almost the same as being inside. I should point out that it was near Halloween so it was a tad chilly and not like being inside so when I woke up at 6 freezing my butt off and cramped from being curled in a ball on a tiny rug I decided I was just going to have to knock the door and take the ear bashing. Walked to the door and there was my keys,hanging in the lock. They'd obviously been in my hand and I'd put them there out of the way so my hands were free to look for my keys!!! I honestly didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Got a similar story but I decided to climb up the drainpipe as the upstairs window was open - OMG disaster "
Come on tell us what happened

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By *ust RachelTV/TS
over a year ago

Horsham

I was at a bike rally in Wales, decided to get closer to the bonfire to warm up a bit as it was March. I slipped in mud and ended up in the embers at the side of the fire, melted jacket and a few blisters to my hand. Funny thing I sobered up quick enough.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Remember getting home one night but after 7 pints of marstons pedigree

19 or 20 at the time when i lay on

my bed and looked at the bed room ceiling it was revolveing round so

I had good sense to switch the light

Off learnt to be more careful after that

thou 5 to 6 pints is pretty close

on many nights after, don,t miss

Those nights anymore..

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I slept in a field all night. It was snowing and there was a foot of snow already settled. I patted out a flat bit and went to sleep. Luckily I woke up.

Amber

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

As a reformed alcoholic I don't remember the 80's or much of the 90's either for that matter.

In moments of sobriety I get flashes of some of the stupidity I did do and wonder how I managed to survive it all.

Thankfully I now no longer partake in swallowing the nectar of the gods an remain sober.

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