Reminds me of the time I went to the NEC to see Feeder with a mate last year. Great gig (didn't like GLC though), but just towards the end my mate pokes me and says shouldn't we be off to catch the train now? I said don't worry, I asked at the station and they said the last train is at ten past 12 - never trust people from Stoke.
Arrived at the station to find that there were no trains to Stoke or Leicester at that time and that a cab would cost around 70 quid, which neither me nor my mate had. Went to a bar to have a few beers and come up with a plan of action, found out about a 24 hour pub nearby - went there, couldn't get in. Went back to the station to wait there til morning - locked. At this stage we bumped in to a man trying to sell us drugs - we walked away quickly. Tried to get some kip in the market, where I was rudely awakened by a group of women urinating next to me - me and my mate ran away.
We then bumped in the druggie and his mate, who was quite an unsavoury character, who tried to sell us drugs again. We left and went to sit down on a couple of benches we saw - some git had left a trip wire across the path - I fell over and smashed my knee on the ground.
We then tried to sneak in to the back entrance of a hotel and were quickly told to piss off. Wandered the streets til 6 30, then went to McDonalds where the druggie and his friend were sat eating breakfast - they came over and made fun of our clothes - their clothes were filthy and had great big holes in! We sat away from, but we could hear them planning to mug us when we got outside - "you get the tall one, I'll grab the other one" etc. We ran away, again then got the train back to Stoke. Quite eventful really.
