hairy Posted 18 November 2013 Posted 18 November 2013 I thought all but East Midlands has time restrictions as to what time they can fly in and out due to environmental issues. According to the Manchester airport website the last flight to Paris is at 19.45 which means he would have to check in by 19.00 and is a bit early to be wrecked on a 'night out' I call bullshit on this one
ScouseFox Posted 18 November 2013 Posted 18 November 2013 I thought all but East Midlands has time restrictions as to what time they can fly in and out due to environmental issues. According to the Manchester airport website the last flight to Paris is at 19.45 which means he would have to check in by 19.00 and is a bit early to be wrecked on a 'night out' I call bullshit on this one Surely there's an early doors flight the next morning though? Say half 6 or something? Leaves the night out about half 4, in Manc by not long after 5 or so. Possible. You'd have sobered up a fùcking lot if you went from about 4 til your flight at half 6 without a drink, mind.
marko Posted 18 November 2013 Posted 18 November 2013 Surely there's an early doors flight the next morning though? Say half 6 or something? Leaves the night out about half 4, in Manc by not long after 5 or so. Possible. You'd have sobered up a fùcking lot if you went from about 4 til your flight at half 6 without a drink, mind. He flew on the 6:05 according to his Twitter feed, but as you say, surely he'd have sobered up enough to realise he was boarding a plane.
Jace Posted 18 November 2013 Posted 18 November 2013 Personally Ric I think your story of when you woke up in the closed pub toilets and set the alarm off as much more believable and genuine than this attention seeking kid
Ric Flair Posted 18 November 2013 Posted 18 November 2013 Personally Ric I think your story of when you woke up in the closed pub toilets and set the alarm off as much more believable and genuine than this attention seeking kid Hahahahaa i'm gonna send the little scrote a message on twitter and challenge him to come out on the swig with me and the gang.
Danno Posted 18 November 2013 Posted 18 November 2013 Definitely some virgin gimp looking for a few followers on twitter. Same as the people who make parody accounts and stuff like 'the LAD sport bible' or something equally as shite.
lavrentis Posted 18 November 2013 Posted 18 November 2013 "LAD", the most unfunny internet fad in all existence. Just had a shit and not washed my hands. LAD.
DANGEROUS TIGER Posted 18 November 2013 Posted 18 November 2013 I went to a rugby match many years ago. Drank all day until I was almost legless. Somehow I got on the right train for home, but fell into a stupor, and woke up on the carriage floor, freezing cold, and in the dark. Somehow climbed down onto the track, and fumbled my way to the station, Not High Wycombe though, but Banbury! Spent the night on a seat, in the bitter cold. I did a similar thing a few years later, a bit closer to home, but got rescued and taken home by the police. Paris though. Gordon bleedin' Bennett!
Guest MattP Posted 18 November 2013 Posted 18 November 2013 lol It's possible, I once started to sober up on a plane landing into Vegas, acceptable with mates though. The stuff about not being allowed to fly drunk is nonsense, providing you aren't causing trouble or being abusive you'll be allowed on. I once literally crawled through San Francisco security and had to be carried onto the flight, was completely incapable.
Trav Le Bleu Posted 18 November 2013 Posted 18 November 2013 It's not that implausible really. How did he get a flight? Not that difficult if you have the right app on the right phone. Skyscanner have an app a monkey could use. Why did he have his passport? His username shows he's 18 or 19 (born in 1994), plenty of people use their passport as ID on a night out if they don't have a driving licence. How did he get on the flight? Depends how pissed he was and how he was behaving. If he was swaying all over the place, being sick and trying to start a fight he wouldn't get on. If he was a bit silly and wobbly, the stewardesses would probably have let him straight on. How did he get to the Arc de Triomphe if he didn't speak French? How many British and American tourists visit France every day speaking fluent French?! I imagine most tourists have GCSE French and that's about it. Most of the taxi drivers will know enough English to get by, albeit through gritted teeth. I call your obvious contradiction!
Lamby Posted 19 November 2013 Posted 19 November 2013 http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2509837/Teenager-went-drunken-night-Oldham-woke-PARIS.html
Unabomber Posted 19 November 2013 Posted 19 November 2013 http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2509837/Teenager-went-drunken-night-Oldham-woke-PARIS.html And he has achieved what he set out to achieve, the attention seeking little cretin.
Fox92 Posted 19 November 2013 Posted 19 November 2013 I don't think there is any night flying at Manchester. Planes come over my house low on their way to the airport, and the earliest I've heard one is around 6:30am. Not sure what time they'd stop though. I'm not sure if I do believe this story. And he 'just found his passport in his pocket'. Not many people I know take passport's on a night out, I know certain people who haven't got a driving license do but there's something 'fishy' about this.
Soar Fox Posted 19 November 2013 Posted 19 November 2013 Couldn't remember the flight but can remember telling the taxi driver he was a junior doctor going to a convention. I think the whole story is a load of bollocks.
Ric Flair Posted 21 November 2013 Posted 21 November 2013 This little salad has really riled me, real boozehounds don't have to stage such events and I hope he chokes on his babycham the next time he's getting boozy with his buddy's. I can't claim to boarding a flight to another country without knowledge but I did wake up in the buff in the back of an army van on a different Thai island than the one i'd been partying/staying on. It was 2009 and I was off my garry. I'd gone the full moon party on Koh Phangan with the lads not knowing what to expect. One of the gang had been a few years before and told me it got a little bit naughty but I didn't give a shit I was steaming. Anyway we'd gone straight up " Mushy Mountain " which for anyone whose never been is the gaff that sells magic mushroom drinks and they are lethal which I costly found out after 7 of them. Not costly as in monetry wise, they're about the equivalent of a fiver and as i'd foolishly taken about £150 out that night with me it was water off a ducks back. The high/buzz wasn't instant so I thought they were shit and ploughed through a few more, still not much was happening and we got chatting to 4 boilers which was going well. The next thing it's hit me and i've lost me pickle, i'm any how. I've started booting people's flip flops off the cliff up this mountain and people are going berserk at me. I've called one of the girls a fat slag (she wasn't) and that was that in terms of getting anything other than a slap. My mates were appalled and got me out of there sharpish. We're back on the beach and the weathers the pits, there's a monsoon come in and everyone's getting blitzed by wind and rain. I didn't seem to care and instead of running for shelter, I took my gear off and went in the sea apparently. The £100+ dough I had left was never to be seen again, nor were most of my clothes. After giving several thousand party goers a laugh, I got out the sea and went to find my clothes, there was some Australian lad hoofing all my stuff all over the place, now Socceroo Fox aside and James Wesolowski I can't stand Ozzies, they're a bunch of complete helmets and i'm sure the feelings mutual. I'm not usually a nasty man, the last fight i'd ever had was the top infants at school but this lad was having one. I'm there in the buff, I think i'd managed to wrestle my vest back but my todger was definitely still out and I had to try and get me shorts back. Anyway, him and his mates are ripping the piss and my fcukers haven't come to my rescue. I'm probably on the verge of a hiding when things turn nasty and this lad tries to chin me. He catches me with one but nothing too heavy and then I launch myself at him, at which point he starts to run off. So I chase after him and the scene is all set up for an old fashioned flying tackle and to clip his legs and devastate him. Devastate him I did, i've only hacked him down and he's smashed his face in to a wooden stake. There's blood everywhere and he looks in dreadful nick but that's when things get really trippy. My next conscious memory is being on the back of a moped and then waking up in the back of an army van on Ko Samui, the island about 30-40 minute boat journey away. I was petrified what was going on and jumped out the back and fcuked off. It was light so it was the next morning and I couldn't stop thinking about the Australian lad. I had no money, I had no phone, just me and my pecker out. I managed to get hold of a towel and got talking to some South African lads who told me I was on Samui. To cut this weird story short, I eventually got back to Ko Phangnan fully expecting to be arrested and banged up in Bangkok Hilton on a murder charge for 180 years. I eventually got back to my gaff about midday and my mates couldn't give a shit where i'd been. I told them about my incident, beared my soul that I was a possible murderer and they burst out laughing. There'd been no brawl with a load of Ozzies, there was no murder hunt. I'd simply tripped off my nut and after going in the sea I fcukin legged it up the beach and my mates never saw me again. I don't even know if it was an army van after all of that, it was probably just a ricksaw taxi who was taking me to whatever peculiar location i'd asked him to take me. It still troubles me to this day. Don't do drugs kids, otherwise you'll have an international search warrant out for yer.
Bert Posted 21 November 2013 Posted 21 November 2013 Normally that's a story where you'd think, what a load of bollocks. But seeing as it's flair you know it's on the money.
Dan Posted 21 November 2013 Posted 21 November 2013 I don't think there is any night flying at Manchester. Planes come over my house low on their way to the airport, and the earliest I've heard one is around 6:30am. Not sure what time they'd stop though. I'm not sure if I do believe this story. And he 'just found his passport in his pocket'. Not many people I know take passport's on a night out, I know certain people who haven't got a driving license do but there's something 'fishy' about this. To be fair I used to use mine as ID
Dan Posted 21 November 2013 Posted 21 November 2013 Once again my colleagues are wondering what I find so funny about my work Ric
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