Dog basket
Many years ago, in my mid-late teens when I first discovered the joys of binge drinking, I polished off a 2 litre bottle of Strongbow and a quarter bottle of vodka at someone's house party .
I woke up the next morning in a dog basket, covered with a blanket.
This suggested that some kind Samaritan was concerned enough to prevent me from getting cold, but not concerned enough to move me from a hairy, smelly, flea hotel.
I thanked them by throwing up out of the window, leaving a stain on their gleaming white-washed wall.
(Judgeysan Freakishly small hands, Wed 20 Feb 2013, 12:38, Reply)