I used to go to uni in Edinburgh
and on one of my first days strolling around what was to be my new home city, I saw a man come barrelling out of a pub -- to land face first in the gutter.

Where he promptly puked his ring up.

As he's doing this, a head sticks out of the pub doors, disappears, and then reappears as the chap comes out, bringing another fella with him.

Clearly they know the guy, ask him if he's alright, and then scoop him up by the armpit so he's stood, slung between the two of them, head drooping.

Do they call a cab? Get him on the bus? Perhaps ring his missus.

Nope. They turn and walk him, their heads high, right back into the bar.

Now that is dedication.
(greenycrimson I stole the from pyschotherapist, Thu 5 Feb 2009, 22:56, 4 replies)

Ha ha
what pubs that? I lived in Edinburgh for three years. This sounds like Penny blacks.
(fernbrittonsexcessskin will give a shit later, Thu 5 Feb 2009, 23:52, closed)

I saw a drunk chap faceplant the pavement earlier on
Just down from my flat on Morrison Street.

Let's be honest, it could have happened in just about any Edinburgh pub :P
(Generator cannot be named for legal reasons, Fri 6 Feb 2009, 1:37, closed)

I live above a pub in Edinburgh
And last night I saw someone try to get into a fight, fail and vomit on themselves, the person they were trying to fight and the bench they were both stood on.

There are few things more amusing that watching two men standing on a bench, vomiting copiously on each other as they swing ineffectual punches at thin air.
(DarkLite swallowed my entire undercarriage, Fri 6 Feb 2009, 4:13, closed)

When I was 18-19 living in London
I used to go to gigs with my mate who was older and a bit of a drinker.

We'd start on the tube with a bottle of Merrydown and 4 cans of Brew, drink a bit, mix a bit to make lethal Snakebite.

Every time we went out, he'd come outside to find me lying in the gutter covered in vomit to say he'd got me a pint. Thing is, once you've thrown up and had a lie down, it's like starting over and you can carry on drinking no problem.
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Fri 6 Feb 2009, 10:25, closed)