He woke up drooling on a tramp's shoulder
The story so far. Myself and some friends were in London for a stag night. We had just been robbed in a soho clip joint, so were understandably in the mood for mucho drinko.

We preceded to Leicester Square and got very, very drunk on cheap(?!) cocktails.

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We eventually stumbled out of a very dodgy nightclub at 4am. Problem. We had, in our youthfull folly, not booked anywhere to stay. Our train home was at 8. Bugger.

So we walked back to Euston Station, which was closed. Natch. So we bunked down for a few hours amid the concrete pillars. I can genuinely say it was the longest few hours of my life. I can see how sleeping rough could get very uncomfortable very quickly. I can also see why so many homeless people turn to drink and drugs - just to take the edge off the cold and misery.

After what seemed like days the station opened at 6am. With only a couple of hours left til we caught the train, we gratefully slumped down on the benches inside. It was warm! It was sheltered! I have never been so grateful for such meagre accomodations.

So the drool, and the tramp? My friend Ade was so spark out he hadn't realised he was sleeping next to a tramp. As the morning went on his head fell further and further over until he was sleeping on the tramp's shoulder.

The tramp didn't seem to mind.
(MrC. Having the most boring username on b3ta since 2004, Tue 22 Jan 2008, 11:47, 2 replies)

Euston
I did this in December! 3am-6am outside Euston! We made a fire.
( Didyoumissme1, Tue 22 Jan 2008, 16:09, closed)

station
Euston Station is a shithole too. Worked there for a while and its surroundings are less than pleasant
(andythepieman Is surfing the waves of indifference on, Tue 22 Jan 2008, 23:33, closed)