flimflam_machine has reminded me
Post exams at uni in Cardiff, I invited a bunch of friends from home up for a weekend long smoke-a-thon to celebrate another slim victory over the examining body.

Naturally we got absurdly high, and at one point managed to grab some sleep.

It was about 3am. I was happily slumbering in my king size bed with a bunch of friends on the floor betwixt me and door, when the door cracks open and the light comes on.

I am a light sleeper, even when stoned, so this woke me up, causing me to see an unfamiliar face poking round the door.

I blinked my bleary eyes at it, and it uttered these words (in a horribly Welsh accent) "oh. I think I'm in the wrong house"

I quickly summoned all the venom I could muster and retorted "I think you might be"

he scarpered as you would expect.

what makes matters worse is that he came into our house, stuck his head around my mate's door to see him sat there, stoned, playing championship manager, said "alright mate" at which point my friend (I suspect him of being autistic) didn't acknowledge that he wasn't supposed to be in that house.

the guy then proceeded about as far from the front door as he could get (i.e. my room) without twigging that the weirdly decorated and wholly unfamiliar house that he was in wasn't the correct one.

that's the welsh for you though
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Wed 6 Jun 2007, 12:49, Reply)