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24 minutes ago, ubit said:

Indeed, I have seen me jump in a taxi and follow some piece of skirt out of town for miles and then walk home in the morning. The walk of shame for 5 miles! I couldn't imagine doing anything like that now.

Back in the day I was in a Heavy Metal band and the singer moved from Edinburgh to Galashiels. He soon shacked up with a dame and we used to pile down at the weekend and stay in his small flat. Bodies and sleeping bags everywhere. One of the guitarists - who was so shy that he had no carnal knowledge of women at that time - was observed one night having his face eaten off by a dame. We never saw him for the rest of the night.

Around 4am we hear the door go and in he comes, covered in massive love-bites and scratches and bruises. Seemingly, his paramour had asked him back to her place, 7 miles out in the sticks, so he drove out there in the small hours. At the door, she kisses him and nips inside, closing the door on him. In a priapic rage he drives back on the winding A7 road to Gala and totals the car; it's a write-off. He's ok, though, and his father was on the way down from North Berwick to take him home.

It is then that we point out the massive ring of hickeys on his neck. Someone tells him that putting toothpaste on them will make them less visible to the old man. Which turns out not to be the case, as the toothpaste seems to make them worse and highlight them all the more. His old man - a Magnus Pyke lookalike - enters the small living room where a dozen bodies lie smirking, grunting and farting. 'My God, William! What has happened??' the father asks as he stares at his son. Willie replies, 'I...I've been with a woman, father!' A stunned silence from all follows. The father casts his eye around the beer and sweat-reeking room, turns on his heels and walks away.

Nothing like chasing dames, eh?

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1 minute ago, gjones said:

Last time I saw any action in Boston's, was when I was on a bus going past and I saw a large number of Rastafarians emptying it's contents into the back of a luton van. This was after the owner and his son had been sent away to a government holiday camp. 

Father and son were dodgy AF. The former was also a police informer, as well as being a crook. He eventually caused the death of an coastguard officer when he tried to scuttle his boat after a drug run was intercepted by HMRC.

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On 22/07/2020 at 07:22, dmccombe7 said:

Did that a couple of times for days out and of course slept in the station waiting for first train in morning. Of course i've done the same in Glasgow before the late night buses were running. Old Buchanan St bus station waiting for the first bus to Motherwell at 5am, then fell asleep on the bus woke up at Lanark, got off the bus walked across the road and got the same bus back to Motherwell. Driver just laughed but they didn't charge me for the return to Motherwell. Must have felt sorry for the poor lad :laugh1:

Those were the days when partying was more important than getting home.

Dave

Yup, indeed i've woken up in Lanark, also Helensburgh and Balloch. I've boarded the train in Glasgow and woke up on the other side of the platform after going round the Hamilton circle back into the town. :drinks:

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32 minutes ago, DrDrill said:

Yup, indeed i've woken up in Lanark, also Helensburgh and Balloch. I've boarded the train in Glasgow and woke up on the other side of the platform after going round the Hamilton circle back into the town. :drinks:

Happy Days indeed :laugh1:

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3 hours ago, DrDrill said:

Yup, indeed i've woken up in Lanark, also Helensburgh and Balloch. I've boarded the train in Glasgow and woke up on the other side of the platform after going round the Hamilton circle back into the town. :drinks:

Older guy I knew was a Cvil Servant and used to come in early to Edinburgh from Falkirk. He'd have a couple of pints at lunchtime and then clock-out at 4pm and then hit bars on Cockburn Street before getting his 6pm train home. Whereupon he'd nod off, miss his stop and end up in Weej. And have to go back again to Falkirk and an ill-tempered wife and a burnt Dinner.

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