I once woke in a load of thick brambled bushes with a big stoney hill a few yards away from me. I stumbled up the hill with no recollection of how I got there to find I was on the motorway. I decided to start walking left after 45 minutes I realised I only had one shoe on and was covered in sick. I walked for fucking miles that morning. Also whilst on holiday me and my uncle and some mates went on the piss and we all got seperated and lost the next day we all met up and my uncle had a big motorbike tyre print on his back. He had fallen asleep next to a lampost and the next day he found a moped had hit him and crashed into the lamppost. It was still there wrecked but no rider.