Quote Originally Posted by Organ Morgan. View Post
Most of my worse away experiences had a common denominator, which was Sludge's presence.

One was a jaunt to Bath for a Bristol Rovers game. We were in some boozer, he was tasked as a lookout outside. If he spotted any groups of likely home hoolies he was to alert us of their presence so that they would be given a proper wellying. It turned out a large group of their best boys were on the prowl nearby. He espied the mob approach the premises and rushed inside - not to blow the whistle on them but to charge into the bogs to change his underpants.
At least he was wearing underpants. I was on that Bridgend bus he mentioned in the original post. He says there was a lot of noise at the back of the bus but we were playing chess and the only sound was that of the chess pieces being moved around. Sludge was totally pissed even before he got on the bus. It wasn't long before he took off all his clothes and started talking to himself. He then started screaming that he couldn't hear the voices in his head because of all the noise we were making - i.e. the occasional movement of one chess piece from one square to another. The next thing he charges down the bus swinging a bottle of Buckfast over his head. We all moved out of the way and he went straight out the back window. We just shook our heads and carried on with our chess. It was the best argument for a minimum alcohol price I'd ever seen.