StillSmart

That made me smile, it reminded me of a friend we had over for Christmas. After drinking loads he just stood up and walked off. We thought he went to the bog, but after about 20 mins we could not find him anywhere. Turns out he walked home on some sort of auto pilot.
I\'m just about to start a turbo as my reused yeast experiment, whilst not stuck is going to slow. It\'s been going two months LOL

I have never seen anything like it, I was expecting projectile vomiting but what actually happened was he just got slower and slower and slower, in both movement and speech, until eventually midway through a sentence he just stopped entirely, like an unwound clockwork toy. I wondered if he might actually be dead, but he soon began snoring loudly and saved me having to bury the body in the morning.

Ha ha! that gives me a few flashbacks!
In years past, if I ever intended to get that hammered, I always just told the drinking friends to make sure that they had a bin liner split open ready and to dump me in the "recovery position" with the bin liner laid on the floor under my head and chest - that way any spew doesn\'t soak into the carpet and is easily cleared up. Plus if I knew where the bath room was, and I woke up on autopilot I\'d always make it to the bog!
I only ever woke up in A&E the once.
Good preparation is all

Yes, it\'s always best to make sure you know the layout of a place before kipping down there. Another friend once went home with a young lady he met in a club, and was that drunk that when he awoke in the night, still half asleep, his brain couldn\'t work out where he was or how to find the bathroom so he pissed in the corner of her room and went back to sleep. Needless to say she was not best pleased in the morning.

Another friend once went home with a young lady he met in a club, and was that drunk that when he awoke in the night, still half asleep, his brain couldn\\\\\\\'t work out where he was or how to find the bathroom so he pissed in the corner of her room and went back to sleep. Needless to say she was not best pleased in the morning.

Ah, that means that you know some of the same \"dirty bastards\" that I did when I was doing time with the RN!
Except that one of the places I worked, the routine allowed a lot of parties (in private rented accomodation) and some of them had the trick of going to the bog, \"doing a pony\", collecting a \"richard\" and then placing it under the carpet in a quiet location. It would take a few days before it really started to pong, but it could be a bugger to find.
Oh happy days!
p.s. and yes that was all carried out "under the affluence of incohol" - masterful but mean!