im really bored so i may as well tell of my mates adventure on tuesday night!
The night started of quite mildly about 9pm... we were a little late out as we had played badminton ( ) and unfortunately had had no tea! over the next 2 hours we consumed numerous litres of larger.. (£1 a pint, isnt too bad as long as you dont mind having the shits the next day! ) and then moved on to a club.. alcohol was flowing and it was sooo cheap! my mate was sticking to labbats ice and i was by now drinking alco pops!
another mate and myself then had the INGENIOUS idea of mixing fire ice and vodka together.. we just needed a test subject... therefore i voluneered my other mate... who proptly threw it down his neck (thinking it was just fire ice ) we waited ten mins to see the effects!
sufice is to say hea little merry so we bought him another two... a further 5 mins down the line he was FUCKED he could barely stand... his eyes were all over the show and he was sluring badly!
he soldiered on till the end of the night however.. surviving on alco pops!
as we left the club i had to drag him out however he decided he needed his coat.. so proptly fucked back off inside..
i thought fuck this and went and got in the taxi with the others!
we got home.. and rung him.. this was about 3 am.. he answered but was in corerent.. we kept trying to aks him where he was.. the only rely we got was.. 'im soooooo pished...' he repeated this about 5 times.. then said.. 'oh fuck ive just fallen over' put the phone down on him.. thought no more of it...
in the morning i get up about 8.30 as i have a physio appointment.. hmmm my mate wasnt back yet! after having a shower etc.. he trundles in at 9am!!!!
i was like where the FUCK have you been.. he seriously looked like he had been dragged thru a hedge or slept under a bush!
he said 'ive been walking... trying to get home...' i was like.. 'WHAT...? youve been walking for 7 hours! '
'yea..im fucked goin bed'
it turns out he had got lost.. (dont know how he walks that way EVERY DAY) in his stupidity he had ended up 3 miles out of the way... again in his drunken stupour.. he decided to take a 'short cut' lol 2 hrs later he was treking down a country road.. he continued down here for an hour before seeing a sign and realising he was going the wrong way!!! so he turned back! another hour back... he asked the dustman where he was and how he got back to crewe... EVENTUALLY he was on the right track after treking thru peoples gardens in the early hours.. lost on a random estate..
as he came onto the home straight he was passing children going into school!
Poor fucker!
anyway he pretty much slept all of yesterday.. and he feet looked like they are going to fall off!
we worked it out that he had walked approx 20-25 miles.. in the time as he says he didnt stop and was propper treking. judging by the distance from point to point i reckon it aint far off!

Anyone else got and stupid drunk stories to share! ?
Phil