Just wondering what the most insane, irresponsible, crazy, lucky to still be alive thing that you've done? Something that you'll tell your grandchildren about?
For me, it was back in '97/8, when my friend started seeing the guitar player of a rock band called Cold. They were playing in Manchester when she commented on how good looking one of them was. Due to the fact that I was hammered and had no idea who they were anyway, I did the good old "my mate fancies you" routine, and we both got invited back to the tour bus after the album signing was done.
I ended up falling asleep on the tour bus whilst she was making out with the one she liked, but when I woke up I saw that we were moving. It was also daylight and a sign was going past. With "Welcome to Glasgow" on it... Thats a fair way away from Manchester.
The coach stopped at the Uni, with no way for us to get home, as the trains had stopped for the night (it is a hell of a long drive!), so we ended up in a youth hostel for the night, right next door to someone who my friend knew (turns out she burned down their school). We finally managed to get a coach back home the next day, to rather unhappy parents...
A couple of months later we went to Florida then Cincinatti to watch the band play at a uni/college. After the gig we went to the now infamous tour bus, where the guitar player decided to propose.
We ended up giggling out of nervousness and shock - turns out thats a bit offensive in the US so things went a bit pear shaped after that. She never saw him again.
I was seventeen at the time, gods know how I'm still alive after all that (not to mention that we stayed in a nasty Travel Inn type place, the pizza guy in his fifties ended up calling the room at 2am, frightened the life out of me...).
So, anyone got any other tales of teenage escapades? Apologies for the writing style, I'm not that good at (albeit true) story telling!
For me, it was back in '97/8, when my friend started seeing the guitar player of a rock band called Cold. They were playing in Manchester when she commented on how good looking one of them was. Due to the fact that I was hammered and had no idea who they were anyway, I did the good old "my mate fancies you" routine, and we both got invited back to the tour bus after the album signing was done.
I ended up falling asleep on the tour bus whilst she was making out with the one she liked, but when I woke up I saw that we were moving. It was also daylight and a sign was going past. With "Welcome to Glasgow" on it... Thats a fair way away from Manchester.
The coach stopped at the Uni, with no way for us to get home, as the trains had stopped for the night (it is a hell of a long drive!), so we ended up in a youth hostel for the night, right next door to someone who my friend knew (turns out she burned down their school). We finally managed to get a coach back home the next day, to rather unhappy parents...
A couple of months later we went to Florida then Cincinatti to watch the band play at a uni/college. After the gig we went to the now infamous tour bus, where the guitar player decided to propose.
We ended up giggling out of nervousness and shock - turns out thats a bit offensive in the US so things went a bit pear shaped after that. She never saw him again.
I was seventeen at the time, gods know how I'm still alive after all that (not to mention that we stayed in a nasty Travel Inn type place, the pizza guy in his fifties ended up calling the room at 2am, frightened the life out of me...).
So, anyone got any other tales of teenage escapades? Apologies for the writing style, I'm not that good at (albeit true) story telling!