Heysel76 wrote: ↑
Tue Oct 29, 2019 5:12 pm
My mate took me & our 2 girlfriends, must've been about 1979-80.
His recently rebuilt Ford Anglia got nicked from the car park.
We attempted to walk home to his house at Upminster, along the A127.
I think we got as far as Rayleigh Weir thumbing (with no joy), before we had to give up & find a phone box to ring his old man, to pick us up!
OK, i got this far & realised it was Zero 6
Me and my mate went with our other halves to Zeros, my one was designated driver. White Vauxhall Nova if I remember was the limo for the night.
Anyway, it was one of those nights where without aiming to, my mate and I just got utterly smashed. Just chatting, having a laugh, doing depth charges if I recall, we barely spoke to the girls all evening. Might as well have been a lads night out for all the company we were.
Chucking out time and barely showing their disdain at the state we were in, the girls hauled our butts into the Nova and set off for home. Having missed a turning on one of the A127 roundabouts, we did the whole loop round again with me laying on my back staring at the roof of the car. Now that is a perfect recipe for chunder time, luckily she managed to pull over just before I barfed all over the car. That classy moment when you head is poking out the back door while you pebble dash the rear wheel. We probably stopped about 5 more times for me or my mate to empty stomachs out along various Essex landmarks. Already unhappy girls now having journey time massively extended. After that I was later told we passed out in the back cuddling each other into unconsciousness. I'm sure if this story is told from the female perspective it would be to demonstrate how ****ing useless men are.
The rest of this story I'll have to rely on what was told to me, in not very loving terms I might add, at a later point.
I'm awoken by the single word "Home" being shouted at me. So I haul myself up, stare out the window to check, and then drag myself out of the car without saying a word, while shoving a £20 note to what I assume I believed was no more than a taxi driver. Off I went to bed and boy was I ill the next day.
You won't be surprised to know that even though the £20 caused a massive lecture about how little I clearly thought of her, I of course never got it back.