A Saturday night out in Stornoway before the Sunday curfew could get a bit hectic!
Last time I was in Stornoway on a boys trip I remember a bloke pissed as a fart staggering about with a toilet seat around his neck.
I can also remember finding out about the Sunday curfew on North Uist. We had ran out of drink and it was a Sunday morning. We didnt realise everywhere would be shut but someone told us of a coop that was open for an hour about 15 miles away so we hurtled across the island as fast as the VW camper would carry us which lets face it, is not very fast and sure enough there was a massive queue waiting to get in. When they opened the doors, everyone piled to the drinks isle and pretty much emptied it!
Strange people. A few days later we turfed up at some derelict looking pub in the middle of a peat bog and all the locals came out to greet us. They wouldnt let us leave until we had played them at every possible pub game you could imagine. We were too pissed to leave anyway by then so just cracked on.