I found myself on a train station platform cold as hell, in 1989 one Saturday morning in the Lake District about 5am wondering how the **** I got there. I still haven't worked it out. That's not easy, pissed up, from Kings Cross.
I haven't eaten a dumpling since my mum died. Over 40 years ago. I wouldn't even know how to make one.
I found a wallet at a rave about 6 years ago. I was sat in the 'chill out' part of westfest smoking a fag when someone at the table next to me pointed at the floor saying 'mate you've dropped you're wallet'. I was gurning my tits off and pilled up out of my head so was suprised he didn't clock it wasn't mine when it took what felt like 4/5 minutes for my brain to process the following thoughts: 'There's a wallet on the floor' 'My wallets in my pocket' 'Matey thinks it's mine' 'I could pick it up and leave' 'Yeah I could...' *pause* 'Pick it up ya dozy twat!!' Grabbed it, finished my fag and left. Opened it up and thought I'd found a score rolled up as a snorty, turned out to be a bus ticket with a rizla wrapped round it So took all the change about £12 and a casino card which became my racking up card for the next few years. Then just as I was about to ditch it I pulled out a bag of weird looking powder which must of had well over a gram in it. Had a taste and decided it definitely wasn't ching so put it away... ended up doing the lot about 3 weeks later on a Sunday night
Found a hand gun when I was little in my dads back garden. Not sure what kind but I bet it went Petcheew.......Petcheeeeeew!! Found a twenty standing at the bar at a gig in the Cluny. Queue was full of women so I made sure that they knew I'd found the twenty and made a proper show of it when putting it in the charity box sitting on the bar. They were proper impressed but did I get a ****???? Did I ****!!!