What's the daftest thing you've bought drunk

After a good night out my nephew and his mate decided to go to Ibiza for 1 night (i think it was to see a DJ). They went, he was too drunk to get in and slept in a skip until the next morning ( they didn't book a hotel as the club was open till late morning).
After that disaster they went to the airport to go home only to find they had booked 4 tickets to go out to Ibiza and none to get home. Cost them another few hundred £ to get back.:LOL::LOL:
 
I bought a purple velvet blazer from one of the tailors on Savile Row. Ridiculously expensive but I love it.

but then they made more batman films and I cant wear it without thinking of the Joker.
 
I must have bought a ticket on the metro in Barcelona about 6am after a night out then some party at some squat, woke up at the end of the line on the line I had wanted, but it was about 10am. Pretty much slept on the metro through midweek rush our, didn’t wake up, didn’t get pickpoketed, didn’t get hassled and must have done about four trips end to end. Oh and I had my head bandaged up like terry butcher, covered in blood after cracking my head on an open window in the squat (that had a drawbridge to get in).

Crazy night that 😂
 
Oh dear, I have to admit purchasing a driving experience with a formula 1 race car. The reality was it was a scalextric version. Maybe £50 was a bit cheap for the real thing :censored: :cry: :eek:
 
I agreed to purchase a new kitchen...got to admit it looks the biz, but a sober me would have said ‘there’s not wrong with the one we have got’ 😮😩😁
 
Watched a couple of episodes of The Walking Dead with a few bottles of red late one night. Parcel arrived a week later with my missus demanding to know why I'd bought a massive machete. I told her it was for pruning a tree. :LOL:
 
A big sound system just for my hotel room when I was on the pop in london for 1 day/night. Had to leave it in the hotel as I couldn't carry it to kings cross. Didnt think about that. Few hundred quid gain for someone 🤷‍♂️
 
Blackpool tatoo - 18 year old about 4pm after an afternoon in the tower bar and others...... cant remember the nigh , maybe the Mayfair... can remember Diddy Hamilton DJ.... woke up wiith a wrapping around my upper arm.... opened it and still dont know what it is .... looks like a cherry with wings with a bite taken out..... now faded and colour gone , just looks like a bruise
 
alanmoodysdog said:
Blackpool tatoo - 18 year old about 4pm after an afternoon in the tower bar and others...... cant remember the nigh , maybe the Mayfair... can remember Diddy Hamilton DJ.... woke up wiith a wrapping around my upper arm.... opened it and still dont know what it is .... looks like a cherry with wings with a bite taken out..... now faded and colour gone , just looks like a bruise
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Take it to any decent tattoo artist and get it modernised or covered up. Its a good story, I bet someone could work up a bitching modern version, which will go better with the story than a smudge. No reason to live with a bad tattoo!
 
Office walls up and down the country are adorned by stupid drunken purchases by Business executives in Sports memorabilia auctions held cleverly at the end of business dinner events when everybody is tanked up. Usually a photo of Gazza with a print of his autograph or a signed boxing glove from some long forgotten British heavyweight. They are memorials to the drunken purchase. Aided and abetted (up until recently) by attractive ladies in tight skirts wandering amongst the tables encouraging the penguin suit brigade to “up their bid”. Always amused me why people would pay £5000 for a football shirt worn once by a player. Or £20k on a Villa for 8 in Mallorca he or she could have got from the Internet for less than a quarter of that price.

Still, the money goes to charity.
 
An engagement ring....

I also went for a night out in Monaco and ended up waking up on a settee in Ventimiglia in Italy, so not even in a country with a border with the one I started drinking in. Still don’t know whose sofa it was or how I got there, investigation into my pockets revealed a 3.30am €80 cocktail bill in Monaco, it was after this that I decided travelling and avoiding Rascasse was a much better way to spend a weekend.
 
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