Your weirdest drunken experiences!

[sweetleftpeg 0]

I tried to kick a family out of their caravan in Estartit when I was 18 and full of beer and vodka on my first night, telling them it was my caravan. They let me crash on their sofa and I thanked them by spewing in the middle of the night before walking out the door and falling asleep on the grass. I woke up and couldn't remember any of this until one of the fathers daughters spotted me a week later and told me about it. I felt a bit bad and took them round a bottle of wine as a 'sorry'. Didn't get into the lass which was no surprise when you think about it.

 

What year was this? We used to go to Estartit laste 80's early 90's to the campsite you're on about. No word of alie one night me we're going back to the mobile home and there's some kid lieing on the grass pissed and asleep. I only remember this as my mam and dad had a massive barney over it. My mam was a nurse at the time and wanted to help him while my faffa's opinion was 'sod him, let him sleep it off, nowt to do with us.' He was a caring man at times.

 

I went to Estartit in 96 and 97 on a campsite, probably the same one, at the end of a big dirt track?

 

It was huge one called Castel Montgri or something. We went there a few times on the bus to stay in the mobile home as it was the only way we could afford to go abroad. *cue violin music*

 

To be fair though we had a fantastic time there as kids, the place was massive.

[Howmanheyman 33282]

I tried to kick a family out of their caravan in Estartit when I was 18 and full of beer and vodka on my first night, telling them it was my caravan. They let me crash on their sofa and I thanked them by spewing in the middle of the night before walking out the door and falling asleep on the grass. I woke up and couldn't remember any of this until one of the fathers daughters spotted me a week later and told me about it. I felt a bit bad and took them round a bottle of wine as a 'sorry'. Didn't get into the lass which was no surprise when you think about it.

 

What year was this? We used to go to Estartit laste 80's early 90's to the campsite you're on about. No word of alie one night me we're going back to the mobile home and there's some kid lieing on the grass pissed and asleep. I only remember this as my mam and dad had a massive barney over it. My mam was a nurse at the time and wanted to help him while my faffa's opinion was 'sod him, let him sleep it off, nowt to do with us.' He was a caring man at times.

Was 1992, mate. There was six of us and I was the youngest, oldest was about 22. Unless my whole timeline was out of scale you must've had a late night for it to have been me. Then again, I've no actual memory of the event, just waking up the next morning.

[Idioteque 0]

I tried to kick a family out of their caravan in Estartit when I was 18 and full of beer and vodka on my first night, telling them it was my caravan. They let me crash on their sofa and I thanked them by spewing in the middle of the night before walking out the door and falling asleep on the grass. I woke up and couldn't remember any of this until one of the fathers daughters spotted me a week later and told me about it. I felt a bit bad and took them round a bottle of wine as a 'sorry'. Didn't get into the lass which was no surprise when you think about it.

 

What year was this? We used to go to Estartit laste 80's early 90's to the campsite you're on about. No word of alie one night me we're going back to the mobile home and there's some kid lieing on the grass pissed and asleep. I only remember this as my mam and dad had a massive barney over it. My mam was a nurse at the time and wanted to help him while my faffa's opinion was 'sod him, let him sleep it off, nowt to do with us.' He was a caring man at times.

 

I went to Estartit in 96 and 97 on a campsite, probably the same one, at the end of a big dirt track?

 

It was huge one called Castel Montgri or something. We went there a few times on the bus to stay in the mobile home as it was the only way we could afford to go abroad. *cue violin music*

 

To be fair though we had a fantastic time there as kids, the place was massive.

 

That's the one, fucking ace holiday, about 30 of us on a fucking coach to Spain, killer journey

 

went again in 2004 by plane with me dad, just wasn't the same

[sweetleftpeg 0]

I tried to kick a family out of their caravan in Estartit when I was 18 and full of beer and vodka on my first night, telling them it was my caravan. They let me crash on their sofa and I thanked them by spewing in the middle of the night before walking out the door and falling asleep on the grass. I woke up and couldn't remember any of this until one of the fathers daughters spotted me a week later and told me about it. I felt a bit bad and took them round a bottle of wine as a 'sorry'. Didn't get into the lass which was no surprise when you think about it.

 

What year was this? We used to go to Estartit laste 80's early 90's to the campsite you're on about. No word of alie one night me we're going back to the mobile home and there's some kid lieing on the grass pissed and asleep. I only remember this as my mam and dad had a massive barney over it. My mam was a nurse at the time and wanted to help him while my faffa's opinion was 'sod him, let him sleep it off, nowt to do with us.' He was a caring man at times.

Was 1992, mate. There was six of us and I was the youngest, oldest was about 22. Unless my whole timeline was out of scale you must've had a late night for it to have been me. Then again, I've no actual memory of the event, just waking up the next morning.

 

Could of been 1992 like, that would have made me 12. It was pretty unusual to see pissed up young uns on the campsite as they tried to stop groups and only have families in.

 

If it was you then you started an argument that didn't stop for 2 days!

[manc-mag 1]

I tried to kick a family out of their caravan in Estartit when I was 18 and full of beer and vodka on my first night, telling them it was my caravan. They let me crash on their sofa and I thanked them by spewing in the middle of the night before walking out the door and falling asleep on the grass. I woke up and couldn't remember any of this until one of the fathers daughters spotted me a week later and told me about it. I felt a bit bad and took them round a bottle of wine as a 'sorry'. Didn't get into the lass which was no surprise when you think about it.

 

What year was this? We used to go to Estartit laste 80's early 90's to the campsite you're on about. No word of alie one night me we're going back to the mobile home and there's some kid lieing on the grass pissed and asleep. I only remember this as my mam and dad had a massive barney over it. My mam was a nurse at the time and wanted to help him while my faffa's opinion was 'sod him, let him sleep it off, nowt to do with us.' He was a caring man at times.

 

I went to Estartit in 96 and 97 on a campsite, probably the same one, at the end of a big dirt track?

 

It was huge one called Castel Montgri or something. We went there a few times on the bus to stay in the mobile home as it was the only way we could afford to go abroad. *cue violin music*

 

To be fair though we had a fantastic time there as kids, the place was massive.

 

That's the badger.

[sweetleftpeg 0]

We must have gone there at least 5 years in a row and the Entertainment NEVER CHANGED.

 

Same fucking hypnotist on a Tuesday night doing the same routine.

[manc-mag 1]

We must have gone there at least 5 years in a row and the Entertainment NEVER CHANGED.

 

Same fucking hypnotist on a Tuesday night doing the same routine.

 

Must have heard Wigfield there about two years before it came out in the UK then. That's my firm recollection of it.

[Idioteque 0]

They used to have happy hour 6/7, watching my uncle smashed standing on a podium doing gladiators was highly amusing

 

proper laid back holiday, no need to dress up etc as that massive pool was open till midnight

[sweetleftpeg 0]

Interesting you say you went back in 2004 and it wasn't the same. I've always wated to go back for a neb but I'm fucked if I'm using up holiday for that!

[Howmanheyman 33282]

That same holiday it was my turn to get stick on the return journey. The lads kept blowing raspberries and pissing themselves. I didn't mind at first but they just wouldn't tell me why they were doing it* and being, young, hung-over and irritated by the long coach journey I got in a right strop, started shouting and balling on the bus, told them they could fucking whistle if they wanted any tabs at the french service station, (I was the only one who had a bit of french money for this reason) and in this radged up mood started giving verbals to some German lads who had pushed in front of the queue for some bait. I was 'howman ye fucking arseholes, never heard of a queue' etc. They just gave me a daft look and walked past. I told the lads this as we/I now had a common enemy. I get round the corner and the Krauts were practicing some martial art moves before getting on their coach with 'Duetschland Tai-Kwando, Barcelona '92' banner on the side.

 

I let them off.

 

*After a few weeks back it was because I was dirty dancing with a lass who wasn't a supermodel, the fucking tarts! Now if they'd just told me on the bus I wouldn't have nearly chinned the Germans or vice versa.

[Idioteque 0]

Interesting you say you went back in 2004 and it wasn't the same. I've always wated to go back for a neb but I'm fucked if I'm using up holiday for that!

 

The thing is when I went the first 2 times there was about 30 of us, 2nd cousins of my mums side, family friends the lot and we stayed in a tent then a caravan the 2nd year

 

then in 2004 there was just me aged about 13, my mate, my sister aged 17 and her mate and then my dad so it just didn't feel the same as my sister and her mate was out most nights so while it was still good it wasn't the same

 

I would deffo go again now, and my family have mentioned it so we will see what happens

[Dr Gloom 21965]

running back to my hotel stark bollock naked being chased by a pack of rabid stray dogs after a session skinny dipping with the wife in thailand springs to mind.