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garinda · 16-11-2006, 22:19

Seriously, I don't know how common drinks spiked with drugs are, but I shall share my tale...

Those of you that have met me socially know I like to get jolly when I have a drink, which sadly isn't very often these days. I have a drink, I get silly, but I always remember most of what I did, even if it is through an alcoholic haze.

Six years ago, at my old firm's Christmas do, we went to a Chinese restaurant in Soho. I had six vodka and tonics whilst in the restaurant. I remember leaving the restaurant by the stairs, and saying goodbye to the people I worked with. This was at 9.45 pm.

The next thing I remember was waking up at Morden underground station, sat on a bench in the snow. It was so far past my stop that it was above ground. I looked at my watch and it was two o'clock. Shocked, I thought I must have been asleep there for hours. In an area I didn't know I wandered around until I managed to flag down a cab, and luckily had enough money to get home.

The next day at work, feeling a bit worse for wear, people kept saying what a hoot I'd been the night before. Fair enough, I always give value for money. It wasn't until people started talking about me getting told of by a copper for sitting on a motorbike, as well as it setting it's alarm off, that I started to think they were taking the proverbial. However when they said that I'd nearly caused a fight between a few Man U players, after I got a bit too friendly with Peter Schmeichel, whilst in a club in behind Liberty's, that I knew they were making it up.

Sadly, or happily, they later in the day produced photographic evidence of my exploits, both on the bike and with the MUFC boys.

I would have sworn on my Mother's life that after the restaurant I'd caught the tube home, and that I must have gone past my stop and fell asleep in the snow. It was only the photographs that convinced me that I had been to those places in my 'missing' four hours.

Did someone I worked with spike my drink? I don't know. What I do know is that in the twenty five years I've been drinking, nothing like that has ever happened, either before or since. I still have no recollection of doing anything in those four hours.

Who knows?

Happily nothing like it has happened to me again.

Caution is wise.

16-11-2006, 22:19	#23
garinda Give, give, give member Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Overlookin' ducks & geese Posts: 32,411 Blog Entries: 293 Liked: 27 times Rep Power: 16469	Re: What Sort of Society Do We Live In? Seriously, I don't know how common drinks spiked with drugs are, but I shall share my tale... Those of you that have met me socially know I like to get jolly when I have a drink, which sadly isn't very often these days. I have a drink, I get silly, but I always remember most of what I did, even if it is through an alcoholic haze. Six years ago, at my old firm's Christmas do, we went to a Chinese restaurant in Soho. I had six vodka and tonics whilst in the restaurant. I remember leaving the restaurant by the stairs, and saying goodbye to the people I worked with. This was at 9.45 pm. The next thing I remember was waking up at Morden underground station, sat on a bench in the snow. It was so far past my stop that it was above ground. I looked at my watch and it was two o'clock. Shocked, I thought I must have been asleep there for hours. In an area I didn't know I wandered around until I managed to flag down a cab, and luckily had enough money to get home. The next day at work, feeling a bit worse for wear, people kept saying what a hoot I'd been the night before. Fair enough, I always give value for money. It wasn't until people started talking about me getting told of by a copper for sitting on a motorbike, as well as it setting it's alarm off, that I started to think they were taking the proverbial. However when they said that I'd nearly caused a fight between a few Man U players, after I got a bit too friendly with Peter Schmeichel, whilst in a club in behind Liberty's, that I knew they were making it up. Sadly, or happily, they later in the day produced photographic evidence of my exploits, both on the bike and with the MUFC boys. I would have sworn on my Mother's life that after the restaurant I'd caught the tube home, and that I must have gone past my stop and fell asleep in the snow. It was only the photographs that convinced me that I had been to those places in my 'missing' four hours. Did someone I worked with spike my drink? I don't know. What I do know is that in the twenty five years I've been drinking, nothing like that has ever happened, either before or since. I still have no recollection of doing anything in those four hours. Who knows? Happily nothing like it has happened to me again. Caution is wise. __________________ 'If you're going to be a Kant, be the very best Kant there is my son.' Johann Georg Kant, father of Immanuel Kant, philosopher.