hazel
14-07-2005, 18:18
A few years ago I was travelling to Australia with my partner at that time.
The week before I flew I had a bad case of flu and so was not able to shop until the morning of the day of departure.
Off I went to town to get the bits and bobs needed to take
with me.
When I got back my friend had decided to go on one of his 5 day benders. To which he was prone
He was so drunk that when I put him in the shower he fell out of it on to the bathroom floor. This was at 1 o clock and we were leaving the house at 4.pm I said , --- ( perhaps it's best not to say what I said.)
We caught the bus down to the station and the train to Manchester Airport. Whenever I wanted him I went to the nearest bar where he was to be found everywhere we went.
I kept the money, I kept the cards, but he ran up a bar bill!
We were flying to an island off Malasia called Lankawi for 3 days before flying on to Oz. Free drinks on the plane and a litre of duty free vodka didn't help.
When we arrived at Kuala Lumpar airport in order to change planes, he was so drunk he took 2 or 3 steps and did an Oliver Reed acroos the airport floorthen he fell down senseless.
I was so furious by this time I stuffed his passport and tickets into his pocket and stormed off.
I thought shall I sit and cry?
But realised I was made of stronger stuff and went to find a desk with some-one who spoke English.
The airport is so vast it has a train to take you to the termiinals
I told my tale to the man behind the desk We had abour 10min to catch our next pane-- luggage already on.
He said if I send a wheelchair and some one to push it will he be ok, I said, Yes if I can find him. Couldn't remember where I'd left him having no sense of direction
After one or two false sightings I found him laid out on a bench being tenderly looked after by a group of people who couldn't speak English. One was tryng to tell him that his plane was due, one was wiping his forehead, All the world loves a happy drunk
We stuffed him in the wheelchair and ran franticly to the train
Caught it and went so far on it but when we got off we still had a way to go so the young man ( pusher ) flagged down a go-cart loaded us on and we went through the airport with a little flag on a pole waving behind us and the siren going.
By this time my friend was coming round a little and with a glimmer of sense of what was happening and so he rolled up his trouser leg to make people think that it was his poorly leg that was the trouble which had a bandage on.
When we arrived at the plane the Captain came out to have a ook at him-- in fact everyone came to have a look at him.
They cleared the front 4 seats and plyed him with coffee. and flew us there. just a 20 min flight
I don't think he would remember the beautiful island at all.
Later on my son and dauter-in-law were listening to the equivilent of radio 4 in Oz aprograme about alcohol on planes it mentined one man in a far eastern airportwho got on the plane already very drunk
and they were sure it was my friend achieving fame at last
hazel
The week before I flew I had a bad case of flu and so was not able to shop until the morning of the day of departure.
Off I went to town to get the bits and bobs needed to take
with me.
When I got back my friend had decided to go on one of his 5 day benders. To which he was prone
He was so drunk that when I put him in the shower he fell out of it on to the bathroom floor. This was at 1 o clock and we were leaving the house at 4.pm I said , --- ( perhaps it's best not to say what I said.)
We caught the bus down to the station and the train to Manchester Airport. Whenever I wanted him I went to the nearest bar where he was to be found everywhere we went.
I kept the money, I kept the cards, but he ran up a bar bill!
We were flying to an island off Malasia called Lankawi for 3 days before flying on to Oz. Free drinks on the plane and a litre of duty free vodka didn't help.
When we arrived at Kuala Lumpar airport in order to change planes, he was so drunk he took 2 or 3 steps and did an Oliver Reed acroos the airport floorthen he fell down senseless.
I was so furious by this time I stuffed his passport and tickets into his pocket and stormed off.
I thought shall I sit and cry?
But realised I was made of stronger stuff and went to find a desk with some-one who spoke English.
The airport is so vast it has a train to take you to the termiinals
I told my tale to the man behind the desk We had abour 10min to catch our next pane-- luggage already on.
He said if I send a wheelchair and some one to push it will he be ok, I said, Yes if I can find him. Couldn't remember where I'd left him having no sense of direction
After one or two false sightings I found him laid out on a bench being tenderly looked after by a group of people who couldn't speak English. One was tryng to tell him that his plane was due, one was wiping his forehead, All the world loves a happy drunk
We stuffed him in the wheelchair and ran franticly to the train
Caught it and went so far on it but when we got off we still had a way to go so the young man ( pusher ) flagged down a go-cart loaded us on and we went through the airport with a little flag on a pole waving behind us and the siren going.
By this time my friend was coming round a little and with a glimmer of sense of what was happening and so he rolled up his trouser leg to make people think that it was his poorly leg that was the trouble which had a bandage on.
When we arrived at the plane the Captain came out to have a ook at him-- in fact everyone came to have a look at him.
They cleared the front 4 seats and plyed him with coffee. and flew us there. just a 20 min flight
I don't think he would remember the beautiful island at all.
Later on my son and dauter-in-law were listening to the equivilent of radio 4 in Oz aprograme about alcohol on planes it mentined one man in a far eastern airportwho got on the plane already very drunk
and they were sure it was my friend achieving fame at last
hazel