scotty wrote:Got a bit pished last night , after drinking my bottle of Red wine, looked for but found no Vodka so drank Mag's bottle of white wine, when I couldn't make out the keys on the 'puttor I decided to go to bed..........could I find the Bedroom............could I fcuk , I mean there's only three of the buggers , I turned the lights off and staggered along the hall in the dark....opened a door...fumbled for the light switch.........wrong room , switched the light off, found the Bed room door, found the light switch.......wrong room again .....what the Wife was thinking at this point God only knows . So, laughing at my drunken stupidity, I staggered back down the hall in the dark......found the hall light switch, looked up the Hall at the three doors, now fairly blurred, got my mark on the Door I needed, turned the light off and made a drunken stagger in it's direction, all of this was, as far as I was concerned, being done in complete and utter silence , I got to the Door........opened it........found the light switch...BINGO, the right room , WHAT A FUCKIN' CARRY ON
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All of this was being done with just my pants on
I seem to remember hearing a tale very similar about you at The Queens during Bloktober