I had been forced to work in london for three works by my (now ex) employer. They stumped up for a room in a reasonably posh hotel and i did my part. On the last night, as I was finally allowed to go home the following day, I decided to go out on a bit of a session. I got well and truly DRUNK. I went back to the hotel and stripped off and got into bed.....Now I’ve been known to sleep walk when I’m really drunk..and I guess I must’ve got out of bed, maybe to go for a pee, but accidentally let myself out into the corridor stumbled around for a bit and finally come to. I remember coming out of the fog and looking around to see which room i was in...but unfortunately could not remember. I had no idea. I was stark naked. I had no key even if i could find out what room i was in. i started to pad around. I came across a security guard (he spied me through the window of a closed door). I did the only sensible thing under the circumstances. I ran. I vaguely remember a powerful feeling of freedom as i bolted headlong along them hotel corridors....I think I may have even raised my arms in the air, waved them and screamed. Eventually i was caught, the security guy hid my shame with his jacket and found out what room i was in (after an initial moment where i had to perusade him I was a bonifide guest in his hotel and not a raving lunatic pervert). I went to bed. The next morning, when checking out, the spotty desk clerk gave me a knowing smile as he brought up my details on his computer and said "feeling better are we sir?". It is without doubt the most embarassing event in my life. I still shake as i write this...... |
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