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Was recently on a works course, lots of wine with the meal annd beers afterwards (nothing else to do) - very very drunk. Go to bed, woke up for a call of nature, Wake up in the middle of the night - mistake the hotel room door for the bathroom door - next thing im urinating against a course colleague`s bedroom door locked out of my room! Knocking on the door at some unsuitable hour bollock naked the `colleague` phones the night porter - who lets me back in my room. Rest of the course ..... nightmare lots of funny looks and stories - didnt want work colleagues to find out - no chance....even those those who knew were sworn to secrecy...

whats the worst thing you have done on a works doo/course that you have been very worried about the next Monday morning?

This item was edited on Wednesday, 18th August 2004, 21:06

Didnt happen to me, but a couple of Swiss Offshore surveyors on the same equipment course in Nantes France, wandered in (shortly after a surveyor from another company) into a very pricey bar cum warehouse near the station.

The single surveyor had bought his own very expensive drink & walked out after quickly drinking it, the Swiss guys order somehow got translated into buying a drink for all the ladies of negiotable virtue & taken for every franc they had received for their expenses (& foolishly carried the full amount on their persons) by the well built bouncers.

Cue the next day of much faxing\telephones calls as they were granted a cash advance from the host company & charged back to their employers.

For myself as a 16 year old getting totally rat-arsed at my first ever company christmas bash & calling out "fix", as all the prizes were won in the draw.

This item was edited on Wednesday, 18th August 2004, 21:04

Last year two of us travelled to "the mainland" (from NI) for a three day course. As was, and still is, normal ... after the course finishes for the day, we retired to the nearest drinking establishment for the remainder of the day.

On the first night we found ourselves in a pub which had a display of promotional postcards. I had a pen and, coincidentally, my colleague had a book of stamps. I can actually still see the lightblub illuminate ... We wrote 6 postcards to our colleagues, put stamps on them and then posted them on the way back to the hotel. Over breakfast the next morning, the only thing we could remember was that we hadn`t been too complimentary about our colleagues. Panic and fear of losing our jobs set in. A few phonecalls later, we managed to contact our internal couriers and asked for a very big favour. I still get called "Postcards" ...

Decided the band at our `do` were miming.
Went up on stage during their break,picked up the bass,started pretending to play and singing along to the disco down the singer`s microphone.
Band got uppity,so they were told to eff-off coz they started it.
Then I dropped the guy`s bass as I was escorted off the stage by the bouncers.
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Went for a wander down the `staff only` corridors of the hotel at another do.Massive place,got hoplessly lost.After taking a whizz in the manager`s golfclubs in his open,but dark,office I then proceeded to try and find my way back to my do.Heard music coming from behind a door,so opened it and found myself standing on stage behind the band in the wrong do.Made my excuses and left,but not before going to the gents allocated to that function room,laying a log,and helping myself to paintings off the wall.
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Burst into another person`s room at another do with a fire extinguisher (nowt original there).Trouble was I thought it was gas/powder,but it was water and I couldn`t turn it off.The wallpaper started peeling off the walls.
:/

I wouldn`t invite me.

Just re-awakened this thread........there seems to be an awful lot of ppl not owning up.

Confession is good for the soul (so I am told).

The firm of Chartered Accountants that I work for hired, for some reason, Jim Bowen to do a stand-up routine at a posh hotel in the West End (this was about ten years ago). After his routine, Jim goes to the luxurious bog for a number two just as I`m walking out of the adjacent cubicle. Me, drunk as a skunk, says "I hope you have a great, super, splashing time in there, Jim". Mr Bowen looks at me, tells me to "f*** off" and continues on his merry way into the cubicle.

The man went up in my esteem a hundredfold after that...

This item was edited on Tuesday, 21st September 2004, 13:17

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I hope you have a great, super, splashing time in there, Jim

Thanks for the laugh - i`ve been in stitches at work over that line!!!

Not exactly a work do thing, but a good one none-the-less.

I work for a very large well-known company and we have a lot of staff working in our building. One early morning about 8ish my Boss and two other gentlemen entered the lifts upto the top floors of our very large skyscraperish building. On the way past level 8 the lift suddenly came grinding to a halt and was suspended between the two floors. As you would expect the three business suits started a bit of a chinwag and things were pleasant. However after 35 minutes of waiting in the lift one of the suits with a pained look on his face pipes up that he`s been desperate for the loo since entering the elevator and that his frantic efforts to hold tight are coming to an end. My Boss staring in disbelief handed over his plastic bag and the newspaper it contained. The gentleman then proceeded to drop his slacks and underwear. With a rip-roaring push he let loose and soiled into the whsmith bag. He then wiped himself clean with the Financial Times. :/

Unfortunately they were not released from their now rancid smelling lift for another 45 minutes. :p

My boss cannot even look at this other chap in the face without fear of laughing, let alone ever get in an elevator with him again. :D

Fotunately for the man in question we never got his name - so the story can be told, but the p*** can never be taken. Shame!