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» Encounters with Royalty
Not a sunbed in sight
When I was about 10, my dad decided we should drive up to Inverness (not that far from us) for the day out. A rather cold, miserable, proper Scottish summer day. On the way there, we were rather surprised to see two very nice Range Rovers waiting at a junction, letting all the cars in front of us past.
Naturally, being a complete stickler for the rules of the road, and a monarchist, my dad first noted: "Why's he doing that, he has right of way!" and, seconds later, "Bloody hell, it's Prince Charles!"Of course, we let him in front, and they stopped a short while later at a layby overlooking a huge moor, and the whole party got out with big rifles, off for a day's grouse shooting I should imagine. The best part was seeing the look on the faces of the two German tourists, who had just parked their caravan in the same layby and got out to check a map. Priceless!
I hope he didn't mention the war.
(Fri 4th Aug 2006, 10:49, More)
Not a sunbed in sight
When I was about 10, my dad decided we should drive up to Inverness (not that far from us) for the day out. A rather cold, miserable, proper Scottish summer day. On the way there, we were rather surprised to see two very nice Range Rovers waiting at a junction, letting all the cars in front of us past.
Naturally, being a complete stickler for the rules of the road, and a monarchist, my dad first noted: "Why's he doing that, he has right of way!" and, seconds later, "Bloody hell, it's Prince Charles!"Of course, we let him in front, and they stopped a short while later at a layby overlooking a huge moor, and the whole party got out with big rifles, off for a day's grouse shooting I should imagine. The best part was seeing the look on the faces of the two German tourists, who had just parked their caravan in the same layby and got out to check a map. Priceless!
I hope he didn't mention the war.
(Fri 4th Aug 2006, 10:49, More)
» Apparently I'm a sex offender
Yeah
When I lived in student halls, saying "come in" automatically when a pretty girl from down the corridor knocked at my door.
Except, I was lying on my bed watching TV. With only a t-shirt on. Oops.
"I wanted to see if you were still looking for a flatmate for next year, but I guess I'll come back later"... ... ... for goodness sake.
I'm pretty sure the fact that I wasn't naked, but was wearing just a short t-shirt, made it worse.
(Sat 19th Aug 2006, 1:41, More)
Yeah
When I lived in student halls, saying "come in" automatically when a pretty girl from down the corridor knocked at my door.
Except, I was lying on my bed watching TV. With only a t-shirt on. Oops.
"I wanted to see if you were still looking for a flatmate for next year, but I guess I'll come back later"... ... ... for goodness sake.
I'm pretty sure the fact that I wasn't naked, but was wearing just a short t-shirt, made it worse.
(Sat 19th Aug 2006, 1:41, More)
» Unexpected Good Fortune
Oh yes
Recently graduated, unemployed, signed up with a job agency.
The first job I get is to cover 2 weeks for the PA to the head of the city's largest employer.
Now I'm getting personal job talks from the head of HR, the head of Public Relations, glowing references from the big boss and a word in with each of the CEOs/Chairmen/Managing Directors he meets...
Still haven't found a permanent job but what a difference 2 weeks can make eh!
(Mon 18th Sep 2006, 18:18, More)
Oh yes
Recently graduated, unemployed, signed up with a job agency.
The first job I get is to cover 2 weeks for the PA to the head of the city's largest employer.
Now I'm getting personal job talks from the head of HR, the head of Public Relations, glowing references from the big boss and a word in with each of the CEOs/Chairmen/Managing Directors he meets...
Still haven't found a permanent job but what a difference 2 weeks can make eh!
(Mon 18th Sep 2006, 18:18, More)
» The Worst Journey in the World
My three weeks in the Ukraine
As a precocious 15-year-old, I went to visit some relatives in Ukraine on what promised to be a lovely three weeks. By the end of Day 1, I was barely able to breathe, coughing up phlegm and constantly sneezing. By the end of the first week, I was only alive in theory.
So off to hopsital! But no tourist hospital for me; my dear relatives insisted I use the local one. Thus I was registered - where's my father? Oh... um, away fighting in Chechnya. And thence to the cockroach-infested wards.
Two weeks and 24 (!) injections of novocaine later, I arrived back at Heathrow, and practically did that Pope-kissing-ground thing.
Of course, as the UK doctor explained, it wasn't pneumonia at all. I was allergic to the family cat. Figures.
(Sat 9th Sep 2006, 18:59, More)
My three weeks in the Ukraine
As a precocious 15-year-old, I went to visit some relatives in Ukraine on what promised to be a lovely three weeks. By the end of Day 1, I was barely able to breathe, coughing up phlegm and constantly sneezing. By the end of the first week, I was only alive in theory.
So off to hopsital! But no tourist hospital for me; my dear relatives insisted I use the local one. Thus I was registered - where's my father? Oh... um, away fighting in Chechnya. And thence to the cockroach-infested wards.
Two weeks and 24 (!) injections of novocaine later, I arrived back at Heathrow, and practically did that Pope-kissing-ground thing.
Of course, as the UK doctor explained, it wasn't pneumonia at all. I was allergic to the family cat. Figures.
(Sat 9th Sep 2006, 18:59, More)