I guess I was about 10, which would have made my brother 7.
I don't know why, but I was desperate to own a towelling wrist band. Preferably florescent yellow. It was an obsession, I thought I'd be the coolest kid in school. Eventually the constant whining got too much for my Nan, who gave me a five pound note and said I could treat myself and my brother to one. I ran off with him to Ted Fenton's or whatever the 1984 equivalent of JD Sports was called and found, to my delight, that five pounds was a veritable fortune. I could afford four pairs of wrist bands in Yellow, Blue, Green and Orange AND two towelling head bands. I was positovely overwhelmed. I handed over my money with shaking hands and took my carrier bag of booty outside where I tore open the packages, I put a yellow band on my right wrist, a green on my left, then a blue on my right and the orange on my left. Then I gave the others to my brother to do the same. I put a white headband on him and, finally, trembling with pride, I put the other one on me.

I was the dog's bollocks, I was cooler than school. Between us we were the it boys of Laindon. I walked chest forward, brother by my side, proudly back to where Nan was waiting by the swings. We strode into the play area.

And the big boys pissed themselves laughing.

And I cried.

I never wore them again.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Thu 28 Jul 2011, 14:03, 3 replies)

Those big boys were wrong, they're still cool. I think you should dig them out and wear them again. Preferably to work. And post pictures on here.
(Captain Skippy pooed in a bag and left it on your doorstep, Fri 29 Jul 2011, 6:05, closed)

^What she said^

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 29 Jul 2011, 14:27, closed)

Oh how they laughed...
but, you are on beta and they



are not.
(TDub Nunc id vides, nunc ne vides on, Sun 31 Jul 2011, 2:06, closed)