Gatecrashing

new 'Living in a Box' answers...

astronauts only party, groningen, 1988 (oddly enough this is TRUE: i was kicked out by then dutch astronaut wubbo ockels) (who is a silky bastard GOOGLE NOW you bastard)

It was Halloween last year and my friends were at this party. Two of us didn't know anyone there and were on the way home from somewhere else. We called to the door and the person who owned the house answered so we said we don't know you but all our friends are here and we're sort of bored. She let us in. What a violent gate crashing that was!

Emma & I went to see Attack of the Clones last nite and we thought that we would have to rush for last orders in a pub afterwards. Fortunately, just after we left the cinema, we noticed a new pub which apparently had opened just across from the cinema called Far from the Madding Crowd (Oxford has had a Jude the Obscure for some time now). The pub was a bit characterless, although it did have the unusual and interesting feature of hosting art exhibtions; there were two artists' work already on display and details on the wall of more to follow in the future. It wasn't obvious that everyone in the pub knew each other, but I read a sign back to front through the window saying that the pub wsa opening at 11am today. So we MAY have crashed a private party, but then again, we might not have done. We shall never know! Certainly I didn't see anyone looking quizzically at us and no-one asked us who the hell we were.

I had a gatecrasher once, who after abusing everyone at the party and elbowing someone in the face, was escorted from the premises by some of the burlier guests, only to return and SMASH THE DOOR IN. We had more trouble getting him out the second time (while trying to call the police at the same time.) Finally his less violent mate dragged him away... but 10 minutes later a small voice belonging to our stoic friend Al floated in from the kitchen: 'Um... there seems to be a man with a shovel standing in your back yard'. Suffice to say that we all survived, but didn't forget THAT Valentine's eve in a hurry.

Gatecrash? Darlings, I'm always invited (lies, lies, lies).

Had a whole group of first years turn up uninvited to an intro week house party in my third year at university. They camped out in my room. When I walked in to get something, found them and asked "where have you come from?" one of them replied: "Stevenage, and I'm doing English lit."

Is "silky" an insult? What does it mean?

I don't know what mark s is talking about there but I want very much to know what song includes the phrase "awww silky silky now" thank you.

Probably ILM, I've never gatecrashed anywhere.

Gatecrashed a student barbeque the other weekend and ended up tidying up their kitchen.

Perhaps I should practice more, and stop turning into a boring old fart.

silky is an insult when followed by the word bastard