Staying overnight in Dundee on business with a colleague.
Was in the days when Scottish pubs shut at 9.30. Altho' residents could drink beyond then, the hotel shut the bar at 9.30, so we bought a shipping load and took it to my colleagues room. We got completely shit faced and I passed out.
Waking up in a strange room at about 3am, I got undressed and was about to fall into bed when I realised my colleague was in the bed.(Him male, Me straight male)
What happened next, I'm not sure but I have a vague memory of wandering round the hotel corridor stark naked looking for my room. The night porter was summoned by ?? and I remember him taking me to my colleague's room to retrieve my clothes. Then blank till the morning when I woke up to find my clothes neatly folded and hung. Definitely not my doing!
As we pulled out of the car park, a woman came running over waving a pair of trousers: "These must be yours she said." (They weren't)
Oh dear!!