Blood for the Baron!

God it's hard to know where to start with this one! Some that spring to mind from my mispent youth.

In a similar style to Annie's phone box - I've slept on my lawn as the house seemed too far away for me to make it - the front door was roughly 10ft away (my mate once slept in a wheelie bin "as it was empty" and very nearly got tipped into the back of the bin wagon!)

Swam in the North Sea in November at 2am (I was trying to impress a girl. How on earth I thought my balls retreating up into my chest cavity, as my penis shrinking to miniscule proportions and my stinking of dirty sea water was going to impress her I will never know!)

Used my taxi money for a kebab and then had to walk 10 miles home, in -5 degree temperatures, in just a short sleeved shirt (we decided "the chilli sauce will keep us warm". It didn't work)

Or some sober ones - Raced from my house in Sheffield to Scarborough to "see if we could get there before the sun went down" we did the trip (91 miles) in just over an hour, and were very lucky not to get arrested at speeds up to 140mph. (I've calmed down a lot these days!).

Drove all the way to the Nurburgring in a car that had only just been recommissioned after more than ten years off the road only to have the clutch cable snap about 5 miles round the circuit (I managed to drive the whole of the rest of the circuit in third gear, which is rather hard). Had to drive all the way back across Europe in hirecars, and get the car trailered back!

Fallen off a rope swing over what is best described as a cliff? That shattered my forearm (I was only 11 at the time!).

Wearing my "Property of New York State Penitentiary" T shirt whilst going through US customs was also not one of my brightest moments either.

There are more, but I'll stop now.

my parents live on the isle of wight & decided it was a good idea to go swimming in the sea on christmas day when i went back to visit for christmas about 6 or 7 years ago....... your balls really do retreat up into your chest cavity!

on a night out with a few mates in bristol we had few beers and had decided to walk to our next watering hole. We were crossing one of the main roads when a car appeared from nowhere and we made a dash for it, i was in front running when one of the fella's kicked my feet away and i stumbled forward trying to keep my balance i tripped on the curb and fell forward reaching out as i did so, two girls were walking past at that moment and i grab one of the girls skirts at the waist and ripped it off as i hit the floor. They were not happy at all, whilst everyone laughed and hid behind various parked cars i tried to explain myself, it cost me my jacket the money for a new skirt and a taxi home for the 'victims' and me my pride,

Oh man, I was walking through Nottingham city centre with a girlfriend and girl friend, they were walking either side. I tripped on a kerb, reached out to steady myself and caught hold of both necklines... I tore off both tops and bras and fell on my face.

I was completely sober. I'm kind of ashamed and proud of that one.

nice real nice.

It sounds like something out of Porky's

The Baron wrote:Oh man, I was walking through Nottingham city centre with a girlfriend and girl friend, they were walking either side. I tripped on a kerb, reached out to steady myself and caught hold of both necklines... I tore off both tops and bras and fell on my face.

I was completely sober. I'm kind of ashamed and proud of that one.

are you sure that wasn't a dream

Afraid not, early evening when the fair was in town. The place was heaving.

or a carry on

i have to know how they reacted on this situation