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Strange Places You've Slept/ Woken Up


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Following on from another thread, folk sleeping in work vans etc.

 

Any strange tales of waking up in bushes etc?

 

 

I once woke up at the duck pond at Howes Road. Went home with a woman who stayed on Fara Close, think it was. A time before smart phones. Hopped out the window early hours. Attempted to walk home through sheds fields etc. Sat down for a moment, bang, daylight, woken by a dog walker, soaked. Left my wallet at hers too, shamefully had to meet her the next night.

 

 

Hungover at work, usually the staff showers. Lock door, sheet down. Do not disturb.

 

Go. I expect the usual pissheads to drop in by

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I used to live on Nelson Street, but at the end of a night quite on a few occasions, ended up sitting down on one of the benches on mounthooly, putting on some music and watching the world (or what world you have around 4-6am) go by.  Often ended up falling asleep there.  

 

At same flat, I once realised I'd left my keys in a jacket at work before a night out, and only realised on arriving at my flat.  Lay down on the pavement and lay there for a few hours before waking up and realising the communal front door wasn't shut.  So either I hadn't tried it, or some considerate soul had left it open while stepping over me.  Bursting for a shite by then and a dead phone, walked round trying to find anywhere open with a toilet, ended up at the train station around 7.30am, did my business, ate the worst bacon roll ever from the cafe there, and then went and sat outside my office for a few hours on the off chance anyone popped in.

 

Generally used to struggle to get to sleep rather than the opposite side of things.  I remember a bad hangover on the 6 November 2010.  Had sky sports news on in the living room and saw the printer come through Hartley sent off and 1-0.  Next thing I woke up to was a 9-0 final score, and was certain that I was still asleep and dreaming...

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Cowfield between Danestone and the Middletons where that new grandhome estate is being built now. Tried to take a shortcut home from a party and lay down for a minute and woke up 3 hours later.

 

My parents’ doorstep - first time my mum bought me my tinnies on a Friday night as a 14 year old drinking in the streets (her attitude was she’d rather know what I was drinking) - got a half bottle to accompany it from other sources and was smashed. Mum came downstairs in a panic at 3am and I was curled up on the doorstep.

 

Many of the lassies houses I’ve woken up in are questionable.

 

Fallen asleep in most clubs and bars in Aberdeen and many other places.

 

Analyser house at st Fergus gas terminal after a Wednesday night out. Bubble wrap over the top and an alarm on the door meant I never got caught.

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The only one that stands out is when I stayed in a hostel in Berlin years ago that had photo booths around the place. Apparently came in after the first night and fell asleep there.

 

Wasn’t really a strange/weird place to sleep. Jusy had no recollection of where I was and was woken by the receptionist shouting at me in German. The booth had blue fluorescent lighting and was playing circus music.

 

All the others pretty standard. Bars/pubs/peoples houses/car parks.

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The back of a flat bed truck outside the crown & anchor after getting slapped by the wifie in there and thrown out.

 

Hampden during a game but that wasn't for long, 16 and drinking a bottle of whisky down the road was silly.

 

Outside vodka bar after getting refused, another occasion after Motherwell away (flood sign match/winners bus) I fell asleep in Espo, was in a fair state that day.

 

Wrong hotel at the opposite end of the 'strip' in Kavos on the first night, also fell off a table earlier and burst my face.

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Fallen asleep in a public park that I had detoured into to have a piss once. Done my business then was walking back up the hill, tripped and just lay there.

 

Was found in a ditch at a roundabout once with my feet sticking out onto the pavement being the only way of the ex-Mrs finding me when coming to pick me up.

 

Strangest place was in an overhead walkway of the big Halls meats factory in Broxburn. Did an apprenticeship at a blacksmiths/engineers and we were in there fitting new steelwork. Night before was my first works night out so I was steaming. Hanging by a thread the next morning and needed some shut eye so fucked off up there above the factory floor and got some kip until found by my foreman.

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I once got off the train in coatbridge, having drunkenly caught the last one from queen st.

I was very worse for wear and, although my home was only 20 mins walk away, I decided to cross the road into a park and have a lie down in the darkness.

The ground was water-logged, but I remember thinking it was lovely and cool, very refreshing and sobering.

I woke up some time later, don't know after how long or short a time, looking at a lovely starry night sky. I felt pretty good by then and got up and walked home.

 

Fell asleep many times after the pub, on that same time of last train from queen st, ending up in Airdrie/Drumgelloch and having to walk back miles from there.

Thank God that was the end of the line, back then, now the line goes all the way to Edinburgh.

One time, at the end of the line, the conductor was doing a sweep of the empty train for jakeys/vagabonds and discovered me snoring away.

I apologised and went to get off to walk the miles home. However, they were taking the train back to a Glasgow yard and they let me stay on board alone and they stopped the train - just for me - in Coatbridge.

What great kindness. My very own personal train ride. I remember standing waving at them on the platform, with the driver and conductor both waving out of windows at me. It was lovely.

 

I have a great capacity for falling sleep in work meetings, typically large "town hall" type meetings, where you just have to sit there and be 'talked at' at length by important people.

My body seems to think "this is shit" and just shuts down to conserve energy, despite any and all efforts to remain awake.

 

I have also slept in work toilets on occasion, but that isn't a very nice or comfortable place to sleep.

I have heard others sleeping in work toilets and its not very subtle - loud snores reverberating through the whole place.

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Work night out as a student - Fell asleep in a pub's toilets having went there to spew. After 3 hours I awoke, not realising I'd been away that long - much to my surprise the Lights were up in the pub. I was met with many a surprised look - 'where did you disappear to!?'

 

'I just went to the toilet'

 

'3 hours ago'

 

That and a flat in springburn...

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Went for one last drink at a dodgy nightclub in Bangkok with a mate who was over on holiday. Last memory was speaking to two girls after he had done a boozy walk out, next thing i know i was getting screamed at by an old woman (cleaner or receptionist) to get up and out of a room. Didn't have a clue where i was and how I had got there. Room was like a jail cell with no windows. No cash left in my wallet but my cards and phone were still there. Walked out onto the street in scroching mid day heat with a banging headache and no idea where I was. Was completely off the beaten track. Walking through swarms of locals with last nights gear on looking like I'd been dragged through a bush. Jumped in a taxi and it was about 20 min drive back to where i was staying. 

 

I've also woke up outside my apartment door by security and my Italian neighbour who thought i was maybe dead. No wallet this time. Phone out of battery. Then fell asleep on the sofa in the reception area of my apartment block and got told i couldn't sleep there. Eventually persuaded them to get in contact with my apartments owner and let me into one of the empty rooms until the owner arrived after her work. Was a hoor of a long day that. Door rattles in the wind from that day so i presume I tried to boot the thing open. 

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When I used to live in Garnethill, my first flat was in New City Road.

 

I mind coming home from the pub one night, and went through the side entrance to the flats courtyard (from Dalhouse St). There was a man lying on his back on the road, sound asleep. It looked like he had got as far as his security door, drunk, then fell backwards and just went to sleep upon landing instead of getting up.

 

I considered leaving him but it was very cold and he was on the road. I was wary about wakening him, incase he turned violent, but he was very grateful. He was not capable of speech, but made appreciative nods of his head as I helped him up.

 

Another time I went through that side entrance at night, and there was a couple shagging in it.

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Also, inherited some golf clubs ( I hate golf) and decided that at midnight , after drinking some vodka in the house , the time was right to go to a local golf club and practice . Took a few cans with me , and woke up on a fairway ,golf clubs all over the place .

Was in tbe summer and it was actually quite a nice place to wake up . Very serene and tranquil .

I’d also pished my trousers.

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  • Phone box outside Craigevar Hall
  • My garage a few months ago
  • Mates stairwell on Howburn Place after the semi at Tynecastle (ended up being the next flats down from his but had no battery and was minced)
  • Steps outside Kafka after a Hampden game
  • College Bar then thrown out
  • Toilets of Johnny Foxes in Inverness
  • Hibs game a few weeks ago

I could go on.

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Might have mentioned this one before but just came back into my head.

 

Was back at the flat of a girl I was seeing after a heavy day out. Woke up in the middle of the night standing leaning against the front door of the Chinese family who stayed the floor below. I must have got up during the night, opened her door and walked down the communal stairs. Can only think I was trying to go for a piss. I was freaked out when I came to and figured out where I was.

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Bohemians away, despite bouncers refusing Aberdeen fans left, right and centre, somehow managed to blag my way into Bono’s nightclub off Temple Bar. All night session, missed my flight in the morning, and also the last hydrofoil back to Liverpool.

 

Have absolutely no recollection what happened but apparantely some Truck driver took pity on me and got me on some freight ferry back to the Uk. Said I rolled off a seat during the voyage and didn’t stop until I hit a wall. My only memory is waking up facing a wall with a blanket over me on a boat having zero idea where I was or where the fuck I was going.

 

Sobered up somewhere around Dundee and was not an enjoyable few days afterward.

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