Being a tight bastard
a friend of mine had developed a novel way of getting home without paying for a taxi.

After spending all of his night-out money in Newcastle on beer, and living 15 to 20 miles away in the 'wilds' of Northumberland, he'd start walking home along the dual carriageway after calling the police from a phonebox to inform them there was a 'very drunk guy walking on the main road'.

This seemed to work a few times - the police would turn up, see he was drunk (and assume he was more drunk than he actually was - only a manic would walk 20 miles on the dual carriageway at night, after all) and drive him home.

He's since given this in after the police got wise to this trick, and told him he'd have to get off the dual carriageway and walk it by another route, or get a taxi.

Queue him waking up in a hedgerow 10 miles from his house last summer, probably thankful there wasn't 6 inches of snow around him!
(retrac fumble in the jungle, Mon 2 Apr 2012, 12:43, 5 replies)

I like this!...

Have a big 'click' for your friend.
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Mon 2 Apr 2012, 12:47, closed)

*sends to the back of the cue*

( Infidel , shit and wrong, Mon 2 Apr 2012, 13:17, closed)

Que?

( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Mon 2 Apr 2012, 14:31, closed)

A geordie?
They can survive winter storms armed with nothing more than a tee shirt and a can of cheap lager.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Mon 2 Apr 2012, 13:19, closed)

He can, because he's a real Geordie
I'm a pseudo-Geordie, so occasionally have to commit the sin of wearing a coat.
(retrac fumble in the jungle, Tue 3 Apr 2012, 12:28, closed)