A very much of an 'unplanned night' last night. Ended up going out to the pub in the little town that I live in. Got to the stage as in 'what do we do next'? Now there's no club here, (I generally prefer late night funky bars rather than clubs), anyway, we end up going to 'Vibe' in Clevedon which is crap and in the middle of nowhere.....literally! But we were all hammered and thought it might be a good crack. :duffer:

 

We'd all drunk ourselves into a bit of a stupor and had planned on getting a taxi back at 2am. I went outside wanting a breath of fresh air at midnight, leaving my friends drinking inside and for some reason put it upon myself to walk into Clevedon which is about 3 miles away and try to get a taxi home as there was none going from this 'middle of nowhere club'. :smw:

 

So off I toddle, pitch black down a little country lane. Now I could barely see anything and must have walked straight past the little turning that takes you onto the main road. which leads back to clevedon. Without realising after about an hour of walking that I'd missed the turning and gone the wrong way...I considered turning back after not seeing another car or human...so, I plod on, and on and on and on. It didn't seem like it would ever end.

 

EVENTUALLY after 3 hours of walking I could see street lamps and a few houses. 'At last' I thought to myself. Got to what I thought was Clevedon, but after seeing a human being for the first time in ages, I asked it the way to Clevedon town centre. It laughed and told me I was in Nailsea which was completely the other direction by about 8 miles!! LOL...I carried on walking and heard lots of commotion and music, it was about 3am at this point and found a house party going on and managed to strike up a conversation with someone over the fence, it didn't do me much joy as they were all in a worse state than I was.

 

So, I turn round and carry on to where I thought the centre of Nailsea might be. I walked for what seemed like ages and met someone else who said I was walking in the wrong direction and was pointed in the right direction.

 

Well, I end up in the centre of Nailsea which, is totally dead (Nailsea isn't a great place anyway, but it was made more miserable by having absolutely zero life there). I found a phone box and with the only small change I had in my pocket dialed 118118 for the local taxi company. Of course, as soon as the number was given, my money ran out. 'Great!' I thought. So waited in Nailsea high street for ages and ages and nothing drove past. It was about 4am by this point. I even flagged down a dude in an FTO and asked if he'd take me back to Portishead, I even offered to brim his tank with fuel, but he declined.

 

This wasn't getting me anywhere, so I had a wander around. Saw a sign for the train station. So, I thought, maybe there's a way of getting a taxi from there, or at least some people. So, off I toddled again. OF COURSE, Nailsea train station isn't even in Nailsea! It's at a place called 'Blackwell' which is about 3 miles outside Nailsea!! Eventually I arrive and yes, it was completely dead. I did however meet a couple who were just randomly sat at the bus stop there. They were very helpful to my cause and offered me 20p and gave me a couple of phone numbers. Run round the corner to the phone box and try to make a call. First number just rang and rang and rang. Tried the other number and that was just engaged constantly. So run back to see if they had any other numbers....but they'd gone. :headvswal

 

'What the feckin' hell am I supposed to do now I thought'?

 

Just my luck as well, the only time I leave my phone at home (because I never use it when I am out and always get worried about loosing it...afterall,

I had only planned on a few swift ones at the pub and then a short 5 min walk home)....so, I had zero means of communication, no humanity as far as the eye could see, no cars, no toilet, no nothing. 5.30 by now and I am absolutely freezing, needed a number two as well and was not feeling all too great either.

 

A car then did drive past, I tried flagging it down and it just carried on. Then a taxi comes flying round the corner, so I run out into the middle of the road and it shot past me, but then, half way down the road, it just stopped, so I ran over to it and luckily the guy agreed to take me back. He was the last taxi in the area and was on his way back home into Bristol, so heaven knows how long I'd be waiting if I hadn't managed that one!

 

He laughed when I told him where I'd been and said he thought I'd probably walked about 12 or 13 miles! Got in at 6am after leaving the club at midnight. That's the same time it takes to do Portsmouth - Caen with Brittany Ferries! :wack:

 

I am absolutely hanging today!! :rofl:

lol class

Fookin Class!! There always the best nights!