When drunk how far away from home....

[Goring Gull]

....have you ended up?

Mine wuld have to be when i lived in Worthing went out on an alldayer over to Brighton with a few mates as things do on an alldayer people got split up etc etc as the night wore decided about 22.30 i'd had enough so hedaed to the station to get the train back to Worthing, last memory was stagerring along the platform at Brighton, blearily trying to focus on the platform schedule, next thingi was jolted awake by a guard advising me iwas at Seaford and this was the last train please could i exit it, so a£45 cab ride later i eventually got back home, Unimpressed.

Did however have the satisfaction of knowing another of our group had the misfirtune to end up at Portsmouth Harbour
ended up kipping on the platform.

Moralew of the story- there is always someone worse off than yourself.

 

[Bozza]

Coming back from Brighton to Worthing I awoke at Barnham. Again - last train so long wait and expensive taxi home. I had no idea Barnham was so far away.

More recently heading from Brighton to Three Bridges I awoke at London Bridge. I was bloody disoriented. Fortunately it was not the last train so I was able to get back South again but I was worried about falling asleep and waking up where I'd started in Brighton.

Curiously, both occured after post-match sessions in the Prince Albert.

 

[Indestructible Gull]

taxman bingo anyone?

 

[Digweeds Trousers]

I'm afraid I have a horrendous memory on this type of thing. All dayer in London doing the circle line (half in every stop of the circle line which we have tried 5 times and never succeeded in doing) and I was staying at a mates house in Slough afterwards.

Paddington Station at 9.40 at night absolutely hammered and just fell onto the first train that we stumbled past.

Cue the nudge on the shoulder seemingly some 5 minutes later only to find out that we were, in fact, 5 hours and 296 miles down the line at Truro.

Just before 2.30 in the morning in the middle o f Truro, deserted shitty town in winter, freezing cold and had to wait until the first train out at just after 7, where the whole journey from about Newton abbot was on a coach due to engineering works,. The whole journey took about 8 hours on the way home with the worst hangover and no food or warm clothes.

absolute nightmare. Shiver with the thought every time I go to Paddington.

 

[Cian]

I ended up in Letterkenny, Donegal; when meant to be in Dublin

200 miles away

I was coming back from Donegal to Dublin, and it happened to coincide with my birthday.... and I only got as far as Letterkenny before I got too pissed to continue on.

 

[pasty]

I'm afraid I have a horrendous memory on this type of thing. All dayer in London doing the circle line (half in every stop of the circle line which we have tried 5 times and never succeeded in doing) and I was staying at a mates house in Slough afterwards.

Paddington Station at 9.40 at night absolutely hammered and just fell onto the first train that we stumbled past.

Cue the nudge on the shoulder seemingly some 5 minutes later only to find out that we were, in fact, 5 hours and 296 miles down the line at Truro.

Just before 2.30 in the morning in the middle o f Truro, deserted shitty town in winter, freezing cold and had to wait until the first train out at just after 7, where the whole journey from about Newton abbot was on a coach due to engineering works,. The whole journey took about 8 hours on the way home with the worst hangover and no food or warm clothes.

absolute nightmare. Shiver with the thought every time I go to Paddington.

Now that is going to take some beating


Ps - I can't btw

 

[Uncle Buck]

taxman bingo anyone?

 

[Bobby's Gull]

Not so bad to some of you lot, but being stuck in Tonbridge on a tuesday night at 3 am and needing to get back to Crowbrough wasn't such a great thing. Ended up walking half way there with mates until the 7 am bus went past.

 

[Bozza]

I'm afraid I have a horrendous memory on this type of thing. All dayer in London doing the circle line (half in every stop of the circle line which we have tried 5 times and never succeeded in doing) and I was staying at a mates house in Slough afterwards.

Paddington Station at 9.40 at night absolutely hammered and just fell onto the first train that we stumbled past.

Cue the nudge on the shoulder seemingly some 5 minutes later only to find out that we were, in fact, 5 hours and 296 miles down the line at Truro.

Just before 2.30 in the morning in the middle o f Truro, deserted shitty town in winter, freezing cold and had to wait until the first train out at just after 7, where the whole journey from about Newton abbot was on a coach due to engineering works,. The whole journey took about 8 hours on the way home with the worst hangover and no food or warm clothes.

absolute nightmare. Shiver with the thought every time I go to Paddington.

Well that's probably finished that game before it really got going.

 

[Scarface]

Just before 2.30 in the morning in the middle o f Truro, deserted shitty town in winter,

I agree that truro is a very shitty town, even in the summer! Should have stayed on all the way to Penzance!

 

[El Presidente]

I recall the obnoxious Albion legend Guppy Saunders being kicked out of the ground at Plymouth for being drunk. He staggered back to the station to catch an early train to Brighton and ended up travelling in the wrong direction to Lands End.

Could not have happened to a more deserving cause.

 

[Uncle Buck]

I recall the obnoxious Albion legend Guppy Saunders being kicked out of the ground at Plymouth for being drunk. He staggered back to the station to catch an early train to Brighton and ended up travelling in the wrong direction to Lands End.

Could not have happened to a more deserving cause.

He did not get kicked hard enough....

 

[Bluejuice]

Not quite as impressive but I recently ended up spending the night in Reading after going to a gig in London. I was meant to catch the train back to Gatwick where it is just a short taxi ride back to mine. Instead I woke up in a rather sorry state at some house in Reading with a ribbon tied around me that said "hot silk pockets" on it. Quickly got up and made my way to the station. f*** knows what happened.


There was also the time I woke up at 4am in the Marlands shopping centre, Southampton, as a security guard shook me to my feet and demanded to know what on earth I was doing there. I wasn't able to give him an answer and he called the police. Too drunk to give a shit I hung around waiting for the old bill to show up and once he did I just gave him abuse but to my subsequent surprise he did nothing but tell me to move along - presumably assuming I was just some tramp.

No trains til 6:30am so I stumbled in the direction the rozzer headed off in and collapsed inside the police station til the train station opened.


I often wonder if my drinking habits are a little out of control...

 

[Shizuoka Dolphin]

Last thing I remember it November 2003 and I was having a BK meal at Heathrow Airport...

I'm f***ed if I'm paying for a taxi home now...

 

[Seagulls over Lewes]

I recall the obnoxious Albion legend Guppy Saunders being kicked out of the ground at Plymouth for being drunk. He staggered back to the station to catch an early train to Brighton and ended up travelling in the wrong direction to Lands End.

Could not have happened to a more deserving cause.

Guppy what a nice man he is.

 

[Yoda]

I know someone that lived in Littlehampton, went on the piss in Worthing and got the train home.

The trouble is, he was on the wrong platform and got on a the first train not knowing where it was going, fell asleep and ended up in Eastbourne.

 

[Bozza]

Ok another one. Well, two in fact. Not very far away from home in distance, but quite a way from the comfort I am used to sleeping in...

1. Mate's birthday at St. John's College, Cambridge. Went to formal hall and then on the piss in the Union. Ended up battered beyond belief. Memory loss to this day but regained 'conciousness' in a multi-storey car park. No idea how I'd got there, what I was doing there or where everyone else was. So remember thinking "I'll pretend I'm a car, walk down the ramps until I get to the bottom and get back to St. John's before people start to worry".

So I walk down the ramps (note: I do not believe I made car type sound effects) Got to the a floor where there were no more ramps and no exits. I was puzzled. I recalled seeing some people a few floors up so backtracked to ask the way out. Turns out these people were homeless. The large dog would have given the game away to a sobre person. I ended up chatting to them about life on the streets and sat down and they let me share their bottles of wine (straight from the bottle, of course) and spliffs. Before I knew it we were all tired so I gratefully accepted their hospitality and bedded down with them.

I was awoken at what was probably around 8am as the first car, full of Saturday morning shoppers drove about a foot away from my 'bed'. Despite being horribly hungover, I came to my senses rather quickly and asked for help to get back to St. John's before the police were called as to my disappearance. It was about this time that I learned the error of my ways - it turned out to be an underground multi-storey so going down was not doing me a lot of good at all.

Needless to say - mates had hardly missed me at all due to being in a similar state to myself the previous evening.


2. In the Summer just past, I was out in Bristol City centre around 2-3am after another heavy night out. I couldn't be bothered to walk up Park Street (won't mean much if you don't know Bristol) home so I found a low bush type thing and just lay down and went to sleep. Amazingly given where I was, I woke up still in possession of my wallet, phone and keys. The sun was up and the early birds were about on their way to work. I should be more mature than this now, I think.

 

[jodcm007]

I recall the obnoxious Albion legend Guppy Saunders being kicked out of the ground at Plymouth for being drunk. He staggered back to the station to catch an early train to Brighton and ended up travelling in the wrong direction to Lands End.

Could not have happened to a more deserving cause.

ah guppy i lived in thailand for 18 monthes and hes a s bigger pest over there than he is here
brought 70 kilos of food with him including meat pies
only one guppy though
thank f***

 

[Set of Tracksuits]

I think my worst was on a night out in London, ended up in Ministry of Sound near Elephant and Castle. Emerged quite late and quite pissed at about 3.00 with no money, but the intention of taking the night bus back towards where I lived at the time (Battersea). I can't remember which bus I got on, but because I was pissed I fancied myself to find my way home via two or three different buses, using my expert knowledge of the city where I had lived for all of three months.

Anyway, the bus I chose was heading in completely the wrong direction and eventually dumped me somewhere on the Old Kent Road near Peckham. Thankfully I had the wits to stumble across the road onto another bus, which took me back to Waterloo, from where I walked home. As I didn't even know the way home from Waterloo, I just used the Thames Walk to guide me home, knowing that I lived near the river (in hindsight possibly not the safest route I could have picked).

Eventually arrived home at about 5.30 with a bacon butty from a cabbies cafe to find very worried girlfriend claiming that she had been awake all night waiting for me and that she was worried sick (although I'm sure she had only just woken up when I came in the door).