Could you account for your movements while drunk?

:lol::lol:

Now that's a good one
Mate, there are many more to top them man

Another bad one


There is a famous bar crawl in Donegal called the inishowen 100. Basically 100km drive around the Atlantic coastline stopping at bars on the way. You hire a bus and head off.

There was about 20 odd of us and after about 14 bars and stupid amounts of pints it was time to move on, only I had fallen asleep on the toilet (common occurrence) and my missus thought I was already on the bus.

I was awoken by an angry publican at 2 in the morning banging on the toilet door.

Being in the middle of rural Ireland I had zero chance of getting back to the in laws.

Thankfully a very helpful Garde (copper) came and gave me a lift back to the in laws house. It was a two hour drive with me busting for a piss for most of it but I didn’t dare ask him to pull over so I could have a slash.

His parting words to me were “maybe you should knock the the drink on the head you fuckin eejit”

:lol:
 


Mate, there are many more to top them man

Another bad one


There is a famous bar crawl in Donegal called the inishowen 100. Basically 100km drive around the Atlantic coastline stopping at bars on the way. You hire a bus and head off.

There was about 20 odd of us and after about 14 bars and stupid amounts of pints it was time to move on, only I had fallen asleep on the toilet (common occurrence) and my missus thought I was already on the bus.

I was awoken by an angry publican at 2 in the morning banging on the toilet door.

Being in the middle of rural Ireland I had zero chance of getting back to the in laws.

Thankfully a very helpful Garde (copper) came and gave me a lift back to the in laws house. It was a two hour drive with me busting for a piss for most of it but I didn’t dare ask him to pull over so I could have a slash.

His parting words to me were “maybe you should knock the the drink on the head you fuckin eejit”

:lol:

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If I had £1 for every time I've woke up with literally no idea of how I've got home or where I've been or what I got up to I'd be extremely well off. I'd be fucked if I ever had to explain my movements.

I've been woke up in bars and hoyed out only to then find myself in another bar at closing time hours later with no memory whatsoever of what's gone on in between. I've woke up in hospital after being knocked over by a taxi, in strangers houses in loads of different places around the UK, in a different town/city form where I started and even once in a different country!

Amazingly though never in the police cells for more than 25yrs. This must be due to my lovely demeanour.
What about when you punched that scouser?
 
Last week in Perth..on the bloody Sambuca... Remember being escorted from a rowdy bar in North bridge. Don't remember anything else but I was told by my mates wife next morning that she had to clear the sick from her kitchen sink.

Too old for this shit
 
Out a few weeks back in Shields with my mate, I’d just recently split from my lass. She was out for her birthday. I’d had about 10 pints then hit the spirits about 12ish didn’t leave until about 3am. Next thing I remember was waking up in what was our bed at about 10am. Got the flashbacks and could just about piece what happened from 12 until I left on my own and somehow got to hers in a taxi.
 
Been listening to some murder podcasts there and wondering what would happen if there was a local murder and you had to account for your movements while out on the lash. If you’re a blackout kinda drunk, then it could prove problematic.

For example, I left a pub in Newcastle on Saturday night at some point and ended up in port of call, but I’ve got absolutely no memory of leaving the pub, walking to the station or being on the metro. I just remember walking out of park lane station.
And having been on my own, there’s nobody to fill in the blanks. I also fell down some stairs about 3 hours later and banged my head but had no memory of that either until someone texted me next day and asked how my head was.

I’m used to it now and perfectly happy that I’m fully functioning and know exactly what I’m doing on a night out - I just forgot it the next day - but imagine trying to convince a detective of that. I suppose they see it all the time but how do you tell someone who’s genuine from someone who’s making it up to cover something up?
Yes, because in not a teenage fuckwit. ;)
 
Yes, because in not a teenage fuckwit. ;)
It doesn’t happen when you’re a teenager though. Well, not to me anyway. I was a Premier League drinker from til around 35, always remembered everything. It’s only in the last ten years I’ve started this blackout shit, and it’s getting worse, yet I drink far less than I used to.
 
It doesn’t happen when you’re a teenager though. Well, not to me anyway. I was a Premier League drinker from til around 35, always remembered everything. It’s only in the last ten years I’ve started this blackout shit, and it’s getting worse, yet I drink far less than I used to.
The only time I've ever had a proper blackout was a bank holiday weekend when I was about 20.

It involved a barman who was a mate selling me loads of triple whiskey and cokes for a quid a pop and a couple of ecstasy tablets.

I remember being in beach then my mate clipping me around the head as we walked past backhouse park. I got kicked out for being fucked then no taxi would take me so he dragged me to Ryhope.

That was a learning experience on long duration drinking.

Other than that I can pretty much track my nights and most drinks. I can also remember most of the cringy things I've said or done.
 
I went out with a couple of lads from work a few weeks back knowing I had to be back early as the wife was flying back from the UK. Ended up leaving the the bar at some point and getting a Kuai Didi (like uber) Home although the following day there were three cancelled journeys so no idea what happened. Got home, fed the cats somehow and went upstairs to shower got woken up by he doorbell at about 1 am lying in bed in short and boxers but still wearing shoes and staggered downstairs to open the door to the wife who had been trying to get in for 2 hours after a 10 hour flight - I was really popular
 
I went out with a couple of lads from work a few weeks back knowing I had to be back early as the wife was flying back from the UK. Ended up leaving the the bar at some point and getting a Kuai Didi (like uber) Home although the following day there were three cancelled journeys so no idea what happened. Got home, fed the cats somehow and went upstairs to shower got woken up by he doorbell at about 1 am lying in bed in short and boxers but still wearing shoes and staggered downstairs to open the door to the wife who had been trying to get in for 2 hours after a 10 hour flight - I was really popular
Kuai Didi didi dum didi doo


There you go, you'll never be able to get in one again without this playing in your head :lol:
 
Been listening to some murder podcasts there and wondering what would happen if there was a local murder and you had to account for your movements while out on the lash. If you’re a blackout kinda drunk, then it could prove problematic.

For example, I left a pub in Newcastle on Saturday night at some point and ended up in port of call, but I’ve got absolutely no memory of leaving the pub, walking to the station or being on the metro. I just remember walking out of park lane station.
And having been on my own, there’s nobody to fill in the blanks. I also fell down some stairs about 3 hours later and banged my head but had no memory of that either until someone texted me next day and asked how my head was.

I’m used to it now and perfectly happy that I’m fully functioning and know exactly what I’m doing on a night out - I just forgot it the next day - but imagine trying to convince a detective of that. I suppose they see it all the time but how do you tell someone who’s genuine from someone who’s making it up to cover something up?


Interesting

I went on a pub crawl around Sunderland once, and remember starting it, but then there was a huge gap, and I was walking up to The Greens, Alien abduction?
 
My memory is dreadful at the best of times but once I've had a grog then it just goes blank until I'm reminded about things and then it all comes back.
That's the thing for me which I hate. It never comes back. If there weren't photos it may as well never have happened. I woke up with a broken arm after falling down the stairs after getting home and I can still only remember waking up
 
That's the thing for me which I hate. It never comes back. If there weren't photos it may as well never have happened. I woke up with a broken arm after falling down the stairs after getting home and I can still only remember waking up
Earlier this year I woke up with blood all over the carpet and my feet. Upon further investigation I worked out that the kitchen clock had fallen off the wall and smashed, and I’d stood on the glass. I even found a big shard half covered in blood which I must have pulled out. The puzzling thing is that I must have then gone and sat in the chair to watch telly and let it bleed all over the carpet, without putting some kind of plaster on first. Took me ages to scrub it all out.
 
Been listening to some murder podcasts there and wondering what would happen if there was a local murder and you had to account for your movements while out on the lash. If you’re a blackout kinda drunk, then it could prove problematic.

For example, I left a pub in Newcastle on Saturday night at some point and ended up in port of call, but I’ve got absolutely no memory of leaving the pub, walking to the station or being on the metro. I just remember walking out of park lane station.
And having been on my own, there’s nobody to fill in the blanks. I also fell down some stairs about 3 hours later and banged my head but had no memory of that either until someone texted me next day and asked how my head was.

I’m used to it now and perfectly happy that I’m fully functioning and know exactly what I’m doing on a night out - I just forgot it the next day - but imagine trying to convince a detective of that. I suppose they see it all the time but how do you tell someone who’s genuine from someone who’s making it up to cover something up?
Could you not be tracked using your ankle tag :lol:
 

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