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What a fucking nutter!!!
Man he must of had a proper skinfull!!
Where's the strangest place you have woken up?
I had no idea who lived there, there were lots of people asleep on the floor who i didn't recognise, it was creepy.
I just walked out.
I still don't know whos house it was.
In a bus stop. Less waking up though, more walking in the wrong direction for 3 hours and giving up at 6am.
near a fountain
at four in the morning
with gstrings and loveletters pinned to the wall and the Sun as loo paper
Or waking up at the 414 club in Brixton @ 7.00 in the morning. The thought of what went on that night haunts me now.
and kitchen counter.
I must have really wedged myself in there...
then I went and bought an ice lolly, sat on the square and waved to Lou Carpenter from Neighbours
I woke up halfway through Freakscene by Dinosaur Jnr. at All Tomorrows Parties in May, surrounded by people dancing. I'm not actually sure how I managed to fall asleep during what was probably the loudest thing I've ever experienced. I got up and danced.
in Snobs Nightclub, Birmingham. My ears were fucked for a week.
That was pretty scary. Nearly a year on, I'm still having therapy.
in Ibiza on a different side of the island to the one I fell asleep on
taking me through all the tracks on the first Foo Fighters album - he was talking to me like I knew him really well and that I needed his in depth analysis of each song - this was 1995 after all.
In a wood, in France. It was dark. There were wild boar.
surrounded by people watching Matmos.
lieing in my own sick. quite scary.
on a grass bank at the top of my estate when I lived with my parents. I was woken by my dad beeping the horn as he spotted me as he was leaving for work!
That incident caused the single biggest argument between me and my folks ever. my mum thought I was some sort of alcoholic vagrant!
but once upon a time I was woken up to the tune of a massive hang-over and a goat. I assumed I was still dreaming because I goat in Stockport would probably get its legs nicked but the bleating only got more insistent as I came around. I looked out of the window and saw desert broken only by a goat trying to climb over a rusty metal fence. It was then I realised I was in Africa. It was stupid but it was most intense feeling of alienation I've ever had.
with Th' Faith Healers.
covered in piss
in Liverpool Street bus station. My last memory before that was in the Windmill in Brixton. My shoes were missing and I couldn't figure out how to walk and fell down about 6 flights of concrete steps.
That was fun.