Rescued by the fruit machine
My brother and I really shouldn't get together; it generally ends messily.

This night was no different; we'd used the excuse of a family wedding at the Director's Club in London to get stoned in the garden (during the boring bits of the ceremony) and then to get skulled on the free champers and other delights.

We had hoped - poor fools that we were - that our (very) rich aunt would stand us a hotel room that night. We were wrong. So we end up in our DJs at 3am, far from a bed, and somewhat unsteady.

My Top Tip in such circumstances is to take the night bus to Heathrow - where you can sleep inside in relative safety and warmth.

On arrival after the late night bus of drunkenness, I spotted a fruit machine. I'm pretty much seeing double at this point, but somehow manage not just to put the money in the slot, but play it until it dropped about £40.

So we got a taxi back and slept in our own pits, rather than on the seats in a brightly-lit airport.

Result !
( I_Was_Mordred, Thu 7 May 2009, 15:51, Reply)