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Basingstoke beer and lager tales
This page was set up to tell the world about some of the things
that have occurred to me, my mates or anyone I know, during the mullered time.
What is the mullered time? Well this is the time between closing time and waking
up with a massive hangover, wondering what the hell you did last night, until
one of your mates helpfully fills you in on what a fool you made of yourself.
The names have been changed to protect the guilty, but you know who you
|Mr. X was out on the works Christmas party when at the end
of the night everyone decided to go on to a nightclub. As the party
walked towards the club, Mr. X spotted a weeping willow tree. Great, he
thought, a chance to do a Tarzan impression. Unfortunately the tree
wasn't up to Mr. X's weight and the branch snapped leaving Mr. X flat on
his back. He got back up and continued on to the club, as they stood in
the club everyone remarked on the strange smell emanating from Mr.X,
blaming it on his bowel movements. Mr. X went home, sat down and watched
some telly, then went to bed. In the morning when he awoke, and went to
the living room, the source of the smell was discovered. Mr. X had
landed in Dog's muck, then sat down at home and his sofa was now covered
|Mr. Y went out one Friday night and got well mullered on
lager, returning home he found his wife was already in bed, so he got in
beside her. During the night, however, he felt the call of nature and
got up to go to the toilet. Unfortunately in his drunken state the
"toilet" turned out to be the vacuum cleaner, the wife was not
||Mr. X was out on the town in Basingstoke one night
indulging in a few too many beers. At the end of the night he decided to
walk home alone, he didn't make it. In the morning he awoke in a farmers
field covered in mud with a half eaten Domino's pizza lying on his
|Mr. X got drunk one night and feeling tired decided to
call on his sister and get a lift home at well past midnight.
Unfortunately he couldn't remember her house number, but judged which
house she lived in by the position her car was parked in. Unknown to
him, his sister hadn't been able to park outside her house that night
and had parked outside the nieghbours house. Mr. X rang the bell and the
neighbour answered. Where's my sister he asked, the neighbour didn't
know. Mr. X continued to argue until the neighbour shut the door on him.
Turning to leave a bit to quickly Mr.X was sick all over the neighbours
car. Mr. X couldn't visit his sister for a year, until the neighbour had
moved, for fear of being recognized.
|Mr. Z went out for a lads night out, leaving his wife at
home. At the end of the night Mr. Z was out of his tree. When he got
home he decided not to wake his wife and slipped in beside her. When he
woke up in the morning he was lying in the bath and his wife wasn't
talking to him. He eventually found out that in the middle of the night
he had been sick all over his wife. It took a long time, and many gifts,
before his wife forgave him.
||Mr. A went to stay for a while at a friends house, during
which period they went out for a booze up. They returned home and went
to their beds. Mr. A needed the loo in the middle of the night. After he
had finished he returned to bed. Unfortunately, in his drunken state he
forgot where he was. Thinking he was at home he turned right, the
direction of his bedroom in his own house. Unfortunately, in his friends
house, this was the stair well. He fell down the stairs and ended up
with a very large black eye and a lot of explaining to do to everybody
the next day.
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