[Raval]

Originally Posted by viper

Received a call arounf 11.30pm on Saturday night from my lady in Patong - picked up the phone and all I could here was some fast breathing and a couple of murmoured words, which made no sense to me.

Knowing it was around 6 in the morning over there, I put it down to her being totally pi**ed or she had turned the phone on by accident whilst with a customer.

Two minutes later, same again. Only this time she did say my name - which was nice - either that or as luck would have it for her, the guy she was with has the same name and yours truly didn't work it out.

Anyway, after the 4th call.....I decided to try and call her back. We had a big power blow out here Saturday night and it sent everything heywire, so I couldn't get through. As it happened, she called back - still no idea what the noise was or what she was saying but after her 5th call she started to speak in a language I could make out.

I asked her if she was okay - to which she growled back at me ' Yes I okay - go sleep now'

As some of you may imagine, I was a little confused by all of it, but seeing that she then immediately hung up and I couldn't get an outside line to call her back, I was left pondering what on earth had just gone on.

Anyway, I calls her on Sunday evening and asks her what the previous nights phone calls were all about and after she had finished teling me - I'm in fits on the floor.

Aparently she had spent the night drinking it up in Bangla and had spent most of the evening talking to some guy, who she was hoping to get short or long time with. As it transpired, he didn't want to know - well at least not long time anyway and so dozy in her infinite wisdom had decided to ride her motorbike home. In her own words 'I wan go round corner but motor cycle not turn' she had failed to navigate a 90 degree bend in the road and ran straight into a wall. Falling into a heap on the floor, bike on top of her, her phone had flown out of her pocket and was the only thing she could get too as she was too mao to lift the bike off herself, so in some daft moment of intelligence had decided to call me - who almost 7 thousand miles away, would have had a bit of a time of it, getting down there to help, at such short notice!!!

She had kept calling, even though she was so drunk, she couldn't talk, until a passer by came to her aid and lifted the bike off her. She then pushed it the 50 or so yards to her room before falling over again and spending another 20 minutes underneath the thing until her room mate came home and picked both her and the bike up and taking her indoors.

So guess that'll be another new bike I will be providing her next time I get down there.....!

55555555555555....... It remembers me of myself ..... about 30 years ago.... I was super mao on my bike and also my bike would not turn around the corner (maybe same brand). Anyway... I was launched from the bike into the bushes..... And stayed there for a couple of hours because I could not get on my feet again.