My Whisky Ordeal Of 1982
Whilst on my way home on leave I had the 'pleasure' to be in the company of 3 or 4 Scots Guards on the train from Luton to St Pancras.
They were sharing a bottle of whisky and I was kindly passed the bottle and had a few nips.Then a few more nips.I was getting quite a taste for it.
Passed to me another time one of the lads said "there yers go have the rest"(about half full)
Not wanting to come across as a 'wet pussy' I took a few more nips..then a few more..then a few more...after a while it started going down like water.
By the time we arrived at St Pancras It was empty.we all shared a cab round to Euston.
They paid for the cab and said their cheerios and shot off for their Edinburgh train.
I walked through the main doors,looked up at the timetable for the next Glasgow train...the next thing I remember is waking up outside and hueying non-stop.
With a head like a whirlpool,quadruple vision and terrible wobbly leg syndrome I just couldn't help myself up never mind get to the right platform.
Goodness knows how long I had been sat there when a smart suited gent asked me if I was alright.
Well as proud as I was I wasn't in any position to say yes.He helped me up,carried my kit bag and case while also keeping a tight grip around my waist.
I said my thanks to the guy for his much needed help and was put on the train by a guard along with my luggage.
The next I remember was waking up just minutes from Piccadily Station..phew!
Still the worse for wear I jumped in a cab instead of the usual 5 minute stroll round to Piccy Bus Station where I was just in time for the last bus to Burnley/Earby.
I lay myself out on the back seat...The Bus Driver woke me up and informed me "This is where you get off"
I looked up...FFS Earby..."oh mate,I asked you to give me a shout at Burnley"
He forgot but he was going back to the Ribble Depot in Burnley so he just said keep your head down I'll drop you off at the Culvert.
You can stick your whisky up your a**e

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