I woke up in a Soho doorway. A policeman knew my name.
Classic Who track...
Reminds me...
I remember taking solace in a soho doorway once - I was totally shitfaced after a big celebration with the lads and could not face a taxi ride home yet, Soho was spinning. My mates wanted a Chinese to fill in the time, so I told them to go ahead, I'd take the fresh air, hopefully sober a bit and catch them when they'd eaten.
So I saw this open doorway, with some stairs leading up and I went and sat on the bottom step.
After a while a voice called down "You OK mate?". I told him I was fine - he came down and asked if I wanted to sit upstairs, it was some sort of bar, he was the bouncer. Decent of him. Most people would have told me to bugger off.
So I went up, sat outside the upstairs entrance on a stool and he got me a glass of water. Super nice guy. Even offered me some charlie to straighten my head - but I declined.
Anyway - we are having a chat, I was there about 40 mins and I'm starting to feel a bit better. Then a couple walked up the stairs, the bouncer stood up and said "sorry, no women".
I took stock of my situation, I looked about me for the first time and there was a poster just by the club door....
A muscular male, leather hat, handlebar mustache, leather trousers with braces, no shirt and this 3 foot long red and white striped candy bar jutting out of his trousers.
I had been sitting chatting to the bouncer of a gay bar for the last 40 minutes and had been too shitfaced to notice.
And of course, naturally, it was at this exact point that my 3 mates walked past looking for me...
Fuckers did not let me forget that in a hurry.