i quite literally cannot disclose any details on this thread as it is not suitable...but rest assured, i was doing it, so you dont have to...i still do, given enough notice and half a chance.
I don't drink and while my mates would be out clubbing, I'd be gigging. Started playing in semi pro bands from the age of 14 so saw it from 'the other side' and it held no appeal. not sure if that makes me boring or wise ;-) Had fun doing what I was doing, got into places I couldn't have done otherwise and I got paid for it so all good for me
I think I was nineteen or so when I went to a nurse's party (my mate was a nursing auxiliary at the local hospital so he received invites). Young nurses party hard, if you didn't already know that. I was quite limber at that time and was impressing all and sundry with my "feet behind the ears" trick. Unfortunately it was decided then to roll me around the lounge floor for a while and I was unable to disengage myself. Not my finest moment. It got weirder. Later, I was asleep on the floor, in the lounge, when I was disturbed by some bloke standing up and stepping over me. He found a clear bit of carpet where no one was lying and, well, had a piss. I said, quite loudly, "WTF? Do you see that, what the fuck is he playing at?". A friend of the hostess told me, in a fairly sharpish tone, "It's OK, it's Jason." Nope. No idea.
It was all lager and punch-ups in my day, till I met a few hells angels, then it all went properly wrong. A bird called Sally used to have a party in a posh house every year, and they were always good; I beat up Jimmy Percy at one of them, then I got stabbed...Another year I blew up a caravan (passe nowadays, obviously), got arrested for murder (innocent, I might add) and caught Bruce Foxton with a glancing blow. Then I met the hells angels and started on the drugs, just to spice things up a bit... I can't remember the exact point when I realised I'd gotten old, but it doesn't matter, cos I still chuckle when I think of my youth:biggrin:
Hehe, I was there too! Funny how loads of people now claim to have attended one of PB's infamous Frenzies... '97, or was it '98? I agree though, PB was a hoot in the '90s. Such a shame that a lot of the folks involved in it in those days are no longer with us.
Blagged my way into a swingers party in Mandelay Bay Hotel, Las Vegas. Can't say more than that as not allowed to discuss what happens in Vegas.......
Went to the Hameln Games which is an annual sports event while serving in Germany, can't recall the date but we went to play Rugby. We all had the usual "yellow handbags" (crates of Herforder beer) after the games. Myself and a mate,Taff England decided to go out on the lash in town. We both returned to our camp in Osnabruck (@60 miles away) 5 days later, no idea where we had been or what we had done, didnt even know the RMP or Polizei were out looking for us. Got the usual gripping off the troop Sergeant but other than that nothing else. Even to this day I have no idea what we did!
I was 19. I went to a party in a flat above a furniture showroom overlooking Brighton beach. Remembering nothing of the night before, I woke up in the morning in the showroom window, in bed with a girl (nice too), with people curiously looking through the window. She told me I went to the lighting deparment first to get a bedside lamp. wtf!
When I was 16 I went to a party at my next door neighbours. It was a proper mad one and I ended up boning a friend of my neighbours girlfriend that looked like Velma from Scooby Doo, and then my neighbours GF fell out with him and I ended up boning her in a bit of revenge sex. However he did walk in on us on the vinigar strokes and threw a tin of Heinz beans at me which hit me on the back of the head whilst humping. Bizarre but worth it :smile: