ShameSome people get off on the exhibitionism, but this was pure lust. I'm not proud, but I did once have sex on Portsmouth beach at 2am in the fog. I got a nasty cold, shingle _everywhere_ and have never, ever gone back to Portsmouth. The shame.
There are things you boast about, and then there's Portsmouth beach... what are you ashamed of having done?
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chthonic, Thu 24 Nov 2005, 17:16)
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Death!I have a horrible habit of saying the worst possible thing at the worst possible time.
One of my friends was telling me how his uncle, who was epileptic, was hit by a bus whilst driving, and was killed. What did I say? "Was the bus flashing?". It wasn't until after I'd said it that I realised how horrific I was being.
I didn't learn my lesson.
Another friend discovered that his trumpet teacher had died. "Did you play the 'wah wah waaaah' tune?". You know what I mean, the sort of thing that happens in pantomimes when something silly yet bad for the character happens. A sort of disappointment. I'm told the technical term for this is a "decending chromatic wah".
Still hadn't learnt my lesson.
Same friend told me a few days later his orchestra had performed a concert in memory of the aforementioned trumpet teacher. I asked him if the teacher had come on stage at the end to collect some flowers or something. Whoops.
I should probably think before I speak, or at least have a dictaphone handy so I can post MP3s of myself on the internet.
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(, Sun 27 Nov 2005, 0:49, Reply)
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