Can't be many of us who havn't bumped into one of these disgusting critters.
Here are a couple of my own close encounters.
Whilst taking a 2 month cultural break at Angeles City in the Philippines , I enlisted the services of a girl from the then well known Studio 1. As we hit it off , I decided to save on hotel bills and thus have a larger disipation fund , by moving into her room. To my surprise, it had once been wall papered but since the Spanish left it had been neglected and was now barely clinging to the wall.
Come lights out it wasn't long before it sounded like I had crashed out on a forest floor in autumn ...... an ominous rustling from behind the wallpaper. Flicking on the lights I saw an army of roaches rehearsing the trooping of the colour across the wall. Somewhat alarmed I spent the next few hours with the sheet wrapped over my head and tucked in as best I could, trembling with fear.
Eventually however, sleep overcame me an I dozed of into an uneasy sleep about 3.30 a.m.
I should explain that at this time I sported a moustache and was recovering from hepatitis so was stuck on a diet of coke and sprite which on this occasion I had failed to wash off.
About an hour later I was disturbed from my slumber by a tickling sensation around my upper lip. Waking with a start I brushed my face and switched on the light to see two roaches scampering across the bed. I moved back into the hotel next day.
Back in Thailand, long before drug paranoia , I was a member of ECC's tokin teflers and had a custom made bamboo pipe that was knocked up for me in a jiffy at Chatuchak market. Returning weary from the blackboards one day, I put the kettle on for a cuppa and set about my first pipe of the day. Taking a good long pull from the top of the pipe I took it away from my mouth. I was just getting ready for seconds when a couple of long antennae emerged from the pipe shortly followed by a large roach looking a bit shakey on his feet. After that, I went back to spliffs.
Finaly, whilst eating at the esahn food stall near the Mayo hospital, one of the bastards ran up my trouser leg and headed for my goolies. In a panic , I forgot decorum and was franticlly trying to remove my trousers whilst doing a pretty fair fandango until my girlfriend managed to stop me and I had to take the only other option which was squashing it against my leg. Very unpleasant and was followed by a lot of one legged hopping trying to shake the corpse out. After that I wore bicycle clips whenever eating there again.