Beware of friends

[cromwell]

Who suggest going out for a day to as it may be, York.
Daughter and son in law went off to York yesterday. She didn't particularly want to go, he did.
So off they go as part of a big party on what turned out to be a day long boozing session.
What is it with men these days?
They act like they are nineteen when they are in their thirties.
Luckily daughter and son in law came home early, before his friend got blind drunk, was refused entry into a club and ended up fighting with the bouncers.
The police were called and said friend was arrested and spent the night in the cells, rather than the nice hotel room he had booked for him and his wife.
He's actually great company but he has this problem of going out and getting totally ratted. He can also be quite loud and that can put some other men's backs up.
Put all that together and you have a recipe for trouble. I told MrsC my opinion of what was likely to happen and sure enough it did.
You can have a drink, no problem. But to just drink and drink until you are sodden and silly drunk is something you should have learned not to do by the time you hit your twenties.

[TheOstrich]

All so true.

Be interesting to see what effect a night in the cells will have had on him. Hope he's learned the lesson. Is he going to go up in front of the Beak?

[Workingman]

I was at RAF St Athan in the mid 70s.

Wales were playing Scotland at Cardiff Arms Park and some of the Welsh and Scottish permanent staff gathered at a married quarter for the game and some light refreshments.

At some point one of the Scots lads announced that he was going to the NAAFI for some fags. When he hadn't returned a few hours later his wife reported him to the RAF police. They found that he had been to the NAAFI, he had bought fags then left, but no sign of him. They passed it to the civilian police.

In the small hours she gets a call from the RAF police.... he was in Bristol.

He was near Temple Meads when he approached a copper asking for a light. The cop realised that he was nissed as a pewt and wearing slippers - something was not quite right. He was invited to spend a night with them to let it wear off and when they were going through his things to identify him the found his RAF ID and a St Athan mess card. He was sent back on the Sunday.

He never did remember how he got from St Athan to Bristol or why.

Such is the demon drink.

[miasmum]

This reminds me of what could be urban myth, but has long done the rounds.

A couple went on a day trip from Northampton to Skegness. As they were returning to the coach they found one of their number very drunk and asleep on a park bench. They manhandled him onto the coach and got him back to Northampton, where they helped him down his front path, despite his murmurings of no no no. As they banged on the door, his neighbour came out and said "whats he doing back, he went on a coach to Skegness this morning, to meet some mates, he's not due back for another week". They dropped him and ran back to the coach.

[cromwell]

All so true.

Be interesting to see what effect a night in the cells will have had on him. Hope he's learned the lesson. Is he going to go up in front of the Beak?

He's been bailed Os, don't know if went in front of the magistrates.
Lesson learned, probably not.

[Kaz]

Frank, probably by train! They run regularly into Temple Meads from Cardiff

I don't understand the heavy drinking culture, getting into such a state must be very unpleasant I have been very tipsy in my time, but never to the point where I didn't know what I was doing

[JoM]

Frank, probably by train! They run regularly into Temple Meads from Cardiff

I don't understand the heavy drinking culture, getting into such a state must be very unpleasant I have been very tipsy in my time, but never to the point where I didn't know what I was doing

Me neither Kaz, I just don’t get why you’d get yourself into that state, especially knowing that you’re going to suffer the following day.

I don’t know, drinking to excess seems to be the norm now though.

We had a mini street party back in December when the Cword lights were switched on and I avoided it because it just gets too much. I ventured out with my coffee (because it was a flippin’ freezing night) for half an hour to be sociable and was constantly badgered about why I wasn’t drinking and that I should go inside and get a proper drink.

[cruiser2]

Like WM I was in the RAF at St Athan. It was late 1953/54. It was when you had to drink up at 10.30 p.m There were about twelve of us and
we had been drinking from about 8.30 p.m. I can rememberf helping to put some people to bed.
The next thing I remember is waking up in a strange billet. We had travelled from St Athan to RAF Kirkham in transit to our posting to Germany.
I had been dressed and helped with my kit from St Athan to Kirkham.
I learnt my lesson.