Thought I would start off a new writing exercise...

Simply I'll start a story off, and you carry it on.

More complicatedly...
Here are the rules
1. If you wish to leave a comment, one which does not form part of the story, make it in bold please.
2. You must read all posts before adding anything yourself.
3. Carry on directly from the last post.
4. However you may do flashbacks/flashforwards/flashdance.
5. Do not 'The End' the story... as many lame film sequel have proven the horse can always be flogged one last time.
6. Obviously 'funny' is good, even 'bizarre'. Just not 'joke wedged in with crowbar, spoiling the entire masterpiece thus far'.
7. Don't complain about the rules. Without rules lawyers would otherwise freely walk amongst us.

Perhaps if this story loses interest but people like the idea we could have a Story time 2/3/4 etc started by others in the coming months.

The first thing jeremy realised was that he appeared to be using his trousers as a makeshift pillow. The second thing was that he was perched awkwardly, and rather uncomfortably on his door step. The third, fouth, and fifth things he noticed were the local street urchins pointing and laughing.
This was becoming to be something of a habit.

...The main ports of call for their sniggering stares were the multitude of stilletto marks across various parts of his bruised anatomy - left by another night's batch of rabidly randy women stampeding for his attention... When he caught a glimpse of his exhausted reflection in one of the glass panels that made up his front door, after painfully hauling himself up to unlock it, he couldn't help but notice several lipstick-scrawled numbers peeking out through the gap of his wide-open shirt... Maybe he should call one of them, he thought - and bill them for the shredded trousers he was clutching, which they'd clearly torn maniacally from his person as he tried to leave...

(Great idea this, by the way... )