Haha they were the family friendly ones, I've left out ones like the grooming tales
Oh crap... I've just remembered another story of mine which you know! Tbf, I think mine are too incriminating to be publicised... I hope 
Memorable/Hilarious nights out
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Oh crap... I've just remembered another story of mine which you know! Tbf, I think mine are too incriminating to be publicised... I hope 
Madam Dominator please!!That's great to hear, Mrs Dominator
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We used to round off a night in the pub as teenagers by heading to the park. We used to climb up these big (10m) fir trees growing a few metres apart and, when we got to the top, swing it from side to side. When you had enough momentum, you'd jump into the next tree. Your weight would bend the tree and you could hop off at around 1-2m off the ground. Perfectly safe.
Did I mention we'd been drinking?
We got away with it for a couple of weeks, until Dai* mistimed his jump and plummeted to the ground. Broken leg time for him and the end of our fun.
* names changed to protect the incompetent
Did I mention we'd been drinking?
We got away with it for a couple of weeks, until Dai* mistimed his jump and plummeted to the ground. Broken leg time for him and the end of our fun.
* names changed to protect the incompetent
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I have had many wild nights out, mostly as a student many years ago and some of which are just hazy memories.
However, my most memorable night out took place in the early 90s in Norway. Apologies for the long read.
To set the scene, the price of alcohol was very expensive in Norway there at the time, especially when compared to the UK. A vodka and mixer was about £10 at the hotel bar, and a bottle of local beer about £6-7. It wasn't much cheaper buying from off licences in Norway. It was about £1.50 per pint at the time in Aberdeen.
It was common courtesy in the industry to take your full allowance of brandy, wine, beer etc. in your luggage as gifts for the project manager and his team. In return, they arranged for you to stay in a nicer hotel and signed off any expenses for food and drink without question. On a 2 week trip, you would commonly have 2 or 3 project meals at nicer restaurants to which the project manager and several team members were invited, though not much work was ever discussed but lots of alcohol consumed
I probably had 6 such trips over the course of the year long project, ranging from a few days to about 2 weeks. Good times....
However, our project for a Norwegian offshore oil and gas helicopter company had come to an end, and there had been no trips for several months. Out of the blue, I received a phone call asking me to attend a project close out meeting at the end of November in a few weeks time, and "By the way it will be our company's annual party that Thursday afternoon, and you would be most welcome to stay on after the meeting and join us." Word soon got around that myself and another team member were heading over, and quickly received a few phone calls from the team members in Norway, with one declaring "Christmas is saved..." I soon had a list of orders for whisky, brandy, wine and even beer - well in excess of the duty free allowance. This mean taking a large holdall filled with various bottles, carefully wrapped in clothing to avoid clinking noises and breakages. I also picked up a case of beer and a bottle of brandy at the aiport on my way out, which I showed to customs on my way through. Thankfully they never looked in the holdall, and only looked at the airport duty free bags.
The "meeting" lasted about an hour, and consisted mostly of ticking off items as complete and agreeing a final set of minutes. We then headed back to the heliport where we dropped off our overnight bags and distributed our much anticipated alcoholic gifts which were quickly filed away in office cabinets and boots of cars etc. One of the rooms had been set-up with a buffet lunch, and a couple of bottles of wine. After lunch, we were handed a large clear bag on a lanyard which read something like "Unaccompanied travelling minor" which we had to wear around our necks, and a plastic champagne glass. At this point we were informed that regulations prevented real glasses from being used on board a helicopter, and that we were going for a short sight seeing flight!
After boarding the 19 seat helicopter, we took off on a flight that lasted in total about 45 minutes. We flew up and down various fjords, including a two way pass the famous pulpit rock https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Preikestolen so that people on both side of the helicopter could get a good view and wave to those on the top. Our champagne glasses were filled several times and everyone was in a good mood. Instead of returning to the heliport as expected, the pilot then landed the large helicopter on the side of a hill, in the grounds of a remote log cabin that was owned by the manager of the helicopter company. There we found a huge BBQ set-up with a chef, and a massive fridge full of beer and what seemed like an unlimited supply of wine from a cellar.
There were also a two local folk singers/guitar players, complete with beards and dressed in traditional woolen Norwegian jumpers. It quickly transpired that pretty much the only English language songs they knew were Beatles songs, and the next few hours were just a blur of eating, drinking and a non-stop sing-along to Beatles songs.
Sadly we weren't allowed to fly back on the helicopter, as we were too drunk so our hosts had arranged bus transportation back to Stavanger. The bus turned up around 8pm - about 4 hours after we had landed at the mountain side log cabin. We were herded onto the bus, somewhat worse for wear, for what seemed like a never ending journey along dark and twisty Norwegian mountain roads. After about 90 minutes and several roadside "convenience stops", we arrived at the Tau ferry terminal and caught a ferry back to Stavanager harbour as foot passengers.
With no alcohol for almost 2 hours, some of us had sobered up partially and decided it was a good idea to head to a nightclub. Things are a bit hazy from there on, but after closing time (about 2am), myself and travelling colleague from the UK headed back to the heliport in a taxi to collect our overnight bags and passports which we needed for checking into our hotel. Only the heliport closed about 9pm, and there was no-one around. Some office lights on, but we spent about 15 minutes looking for a security guard to let us in to collect our belongings, and trying to phone our contacts in the helicopter company who were by now sound asleep in a drunken haze at home... We found an office window on the ground floor that was unlocked, so took the drunken decision to "break in", collect our belongings and head back out the same way. No damage done.
Next challenge was to get to the hotel. When we phoned the local taxi company, they insisted that the heliport closed around 8pm and that we couldn't possibly be outside. Noting our loud drunken voices (we had just spent the whole evening singing along to Beatles songs followed by a few hours in a nightclub), they insisted we were confused and must be somewhere else. Eventually we somehow persuaded them that we were at the heliport, and they sent a taxi to pick us up. We arrived at the hotel around 3am, waking up the receptionist who wasn't too happy at checking in two drunken Brits who missed their usual midnight check-in deadline. Thankfully our rooms were still available, and minutes later I was in a deep sleep for what seemed about 5 minutes before my alarm went off for my 9am flight back home. I quickly showered, dressed and checked out of the hotel skipping breakfast. After a 10 minutes taxi drive, I made it to the airport with time to spare. It's only an hour's flight to Aberdeen, and with a one hour time difference I landed around 9am. I had no holidays left for the year, and wasn't expecting the night before to be quite so drunken and surreal, so took the taxi straight to work and I was at my desk by 10am, still very drunk and tired. Our usual Friday pub lunch couldn't come quickly enough. Needless to say, I wasn't in a good state by 5pm as the alcohol wore off and the hangover started to kick in. I was asleep in bed by 7pm
However, my most memorable night out took place in the early 90s in Norway. Apologies for the long read.
To set the scene, the price of alcohol was very expensive in Norway there at the time, especially when compared to the UK. A vodka and mixer was about £10 at the hotel bar, and a bottle of local beer about £6-7. It wasn't much cheaper buying from off licences in Norway. It was about £1.50 per pint at the time in Aberdeen.
It was common courtesy in the industry to take your full allowance of brandy, wine, beer etc. in your luggage as gifts for the project manager and his team. In return, they arranged for you to stay in a nicer hotel and signed off any expenses for food and drink without question. On a 2 week trip, you would commonly have 2 or 3 project meals at nicer restaurants to which the project manager and several team members were invited, though not much work was ever discussed but lots of alcohol consumed
I probably had 6 such trips over the course of the year long project, ranging from a few days to about 2 weeks. Good times....However, our project for a Norwegian offshore oil and gas helicopter company had come to an end, and there had been no trips for several months. Out of the blue, I received a phone call asking me to attend a project close out meeting at the end of November in a few weeks time, and "By the way it will be our company's annual party that Thursday afternoon, and you would be most welcome to stay on after the meeting and join us." Word soon got around that myself and another team member were heading over, and quickly received a few phone calls from the team members in Norway, with one declaring "Christmas is saved..." I soon had a list of orders for whisky, brandy, wine and even beer - well in excess of the duty free allowance. This mean taking a large holdall filled with various bottles, carefully wrapped in clothing to avoid clinking noises and breakages. I also picked up a case of beer and a bottle of brandy at the aiport on my way out, which I showed to customs on my way through. Thankfully they never looked in the holdall, and only looked at the airport duty free bags.
The "meeting" lasted about an hour, and consisted mostly of ticking off items as complete and agreeing a final set of minutes. We then headed back to the heliport where we dropped off our overnight bags and distributed our much anticipated alcoholic gifts which were quickly filed away in office cabinets and boots of cars etc. One of the rooms had been set-up with a buffet lunch, and a couple of bottles of wine. After lunch, we were handed a large clear bag on a lanyard which read something like "Unaccompanied travelling minor" which we had to wear around our necks, and a plastic champagne glass. At this point we were informed that regulations prevented real glasses from being used on board a helicopter, and that we were going for a short sight seeing flight!
After boarding the 19 seat helicopter, we took off on a flight that lasted in total about 45 minutes. We flew up and down various fjords, including a two way pass the famous pulpit rock https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Preikestolen so that people on both side of the helicopter could get a good view and wave to those on the top. Our champagne glasses were filled several times and everyone was in a good mood. Instead of returning to the heliport as expected, the pilot then landed the large helicopter on the side of a hill, in the grounds of a remote log cabin that was owned by the manager of the helicopter company. There we found a huge BBQ set-up with a chef, and a massive fridge full of beer and what seemed like an unlimited supply of wine from a cellar.
There were also a two local folk singers/guitar players, complete with beards and dressed in traditional woolen Norwegian jumpers. It quickly transpired that pretty much the only English language songs they knew were Beatles songs, and the next few hours were just a blur of eating, drinking and a non-stop sing-along to Beatles songs.
Sadly we weren't allowed to fly back on the helicopter, as we were too drunk so our hosts had arranged bus transportation back to Stavanger. The bus turned up around 8pm - about 4 hours after we had landed at the mountain side log cabin. We were herded onto the bus, somewhat worse for wear, for what seemed like a never ending journey along dark and twisty Norwegian mountain roads. After about 90 minutes and several roadside "convenience stops", we arrived at the Tau ferry terminal and caught a ferry back to Stavanager harbour as foot passengers.
With no alcohol for almost 2 hours, some of us had sobered up partially and decided it was a good idea to head to a nightclub. Things are a bit hazy from there on, but after closing time (about 2am), myself and travelling colleague from the UK headed back to the heliport in a taxi to collect our overnight bags and passports which we needed for checking into our hotel. Only the heliport closed about 9pm, and there was no-one around. Some office lights on, but we spent about 15 minutes looking for a security guard to let us in to collect our belongings, and trying to phone our contacts in the helicopter company who were by now sound asleep in a drunken haze at home... We found an office window on the ground floor that was unlocked, so took the drunken decision to "break in", collect our belongings and head back out the same way. No damage done.
Next challenge was to get to the hotel. When we phoned the local taxi company, they insisted that the heliport closed around 8pm and that we couldn't possibly be outside. Noting our loud drunken voices (we had just spent the whole evening singing along to Beatles songs followed by a few hours in a nightclub), they insisted we were confused and must be somewhere else. Eventually we somehow persuaded them that we were at the heliport, and they sent a taxi to pick us up. We arrived at the hotel around 3am, waking up the receptionist who wasn't too happy at checking in two drunken Brits who missed their usual midnight check-in deadline. Thankfully our rooms were still available, and minutes later I was in a deep sleep for what seemed about 5 minutes before my alarm went off for my 9am flight back home. I quickly showered, dressed and checked out of the hotel skipping breakfast. After a 10 minutes taxi drive, I made it to the airport with time to spare. It's only an hour's flight to Aberdeen, and with a one hour time difference I landed around 9am. I had no holidays left for the year, and wasn't expecting the night before to be quite so drunken and surreal, so took the taxi straight to work and I was at my desk by 10am, still very drunk and tired. Our usual Friday pub lunch couldn't come quickly enough. Needless to say, I wasn't in a good state by 5pm as the alcohol wore off and the hangover started to kick in. I was asleep in bed by 7pm