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» Weird Traditions
T wars
Played out ad nauseum with my old flatmates:
"What's the name of that actor in the A-Team again? He played BA Baracus."
"Mr T."
"Cheers! Milk and one sugar please."
"How do you spell 'apostle'?"
"A-P-O-S-T-"
"Ta! Just milk thanks."
"Can you recite the alphabet backwards?"
"Z, Y, X, W, V, U, S, R-"
"Good catch."
And so on. No-one would ever just make a fucking cup of tea. Always with the mind games...
(Thu 28th Jul 2005, 14:58, More)
T wars
Played out ad nauseum with my old flatmates:
"What's the name of that actor in the A-Team again? He played BA Baracus."
"Mr T."
"Cheers! Milk and one sugar please."
"How do you spell 'apostle'?"
"A-P-O-S-T-"
"Ta! Just milk thanks."
"Can you recite the alphabet backwards?"
"Z, Y, X, W, V, U, S, R-"
"Good catch."
And so on. No-one would ever just make a fucking cup of tea. Always with the mind games...
(Thu 28th Jul 2005, 14:58, More)
» Fire!
Flat flambé
So we're all out one night, and a friend of mine is getting on very well with a German girl who's also out with us. This friend had been deploying some fearsome chat and she'd given him her phone number which he entered in his mobile.
We all got thoroughly plastered and went to our respective pads to sleep it off.
The next morning, I was dragged out of a pleasantly hungover sleep by a phonecall. It was the aforementioned mate, asking rather plainitively if I had the German girl's number. The sorry story came out: he'd gone home after the last club and decided to have a smoke before bed. He couldn't find his lighter, so sparked up with a small cookery-type blowtorch he had lying about in the kitchen. Mission accomplished, he plonked the blowtorch on a table in the living room and passed out on the sofa after finishing his fag.
The next morning, he woke up. He found a blackened stump where the table had been, smoke filling the room and the walls streaked with soot. Upon the ex-table were the incinerated remains of his mobile phone and the remote controls for his TV, VCR and DVD player. His TV also appeared to have suffered from smoke inhalation, and didn't work any more. The corpse of the blowtorch was on the other side of the room where it had blasted off to.
Oh how I laughed once the shock had worn off. I gave him her number and went back to bed.
(Pearost? Maybe - can't remember...)
(Fri 4th Nov 2005, 16:11, More)
Flat flambé
So we're all out one night, and a friend of mine is getting on very well with a German girl who's also out with us. This friend had been deploying some fearsome chat and she'd given him her phone number which he entered in his mobile.
We all got thoroughly plastered and went to our respective pads to sleep it off.
The next morning, I was dragged out of a pleasantly hungover sleep by a phonecall. It was the aforementioned mate, asking rather plainitively if I had the German girl's number. The sorry story came out: he'd gone home after the last club and decided to have a smoke before bed. He couldn't find his lighter, so sparked up with a small cookery-type blowtorch he had lying about in the kitchen. Mission accomplished, he plonked the blowtorch on a table in the living room and passed out on the sofa after finishing his fag.
The next morning, he woke up. He found a blackened stump where the table had been, smoke filling the room and the walls streaked with soot. Upon the ex-table were the incinerated remains of his mobile phone and the remote controls for his TV, VCR and DVD player. His TV also appeared to have suffered from smoke inhalation, and didn't work any more. The corpse of the blowtorch was on the other side of the room where it had blasted off to.
Oh how I laughed once the shock had worn off. I gave him her number and went back to bed.
(Pearost? Maybe - can't remember...)
(Fri 4th Nov 2005, 16:11, More)
» Stupid Tourists
Inverted tourist stupidity:
Checking into a hotel in Charlotte, North Carolina.
"Where are you from?"
"Edinburgh."
"Is that North or South Carolina?"
(Fri 8th Jul 2005, 13:59, More)
Inverted tourist stupidity:
Checking into a hotel in Charlotte, North Carolina.
"Where are you from?"
"Edinburgh."
"Is that North or South Carolina?"
(Fri 8th Jul 2005, 13:59, More)
» Beautiful Moments
The Martians invade the Highlands
In the passenger seat of my mate's car as we careened northwards through the night to go snowboarding the next day at Glenshee. The moonlight was glinting off the snowy heather, the sky was dark, dark blue and I was healthily plastered with another 18 bottles of beer on the back seat. Jeff Wayne's "The War of the Worlds" was playing on the CD player.
Genius.
Okay, maybe not the most beautiful moment in my life, but it was pretty bloody fantastic at the time.
(Tue 15th Mar 2005, 16:41, More)
The Martians invade the Highlands
In the passenger seat of my mate's car as we careened northwards through the night to go snowboarding the next day at Glenshee. The moonlight was glinting off the snowy heather, the sky was dark, dark blue and I was healthily plastered with another 18 bottles of beer on the back seat. Jeff Wayne's "The War of the Worlds" was playing on the CD player.
Genius.
Okay, maybe not the most beautiful moment in my life, but it was pretty bloody fantastic at the time.
(Tue 15th Mar 2005, 16:41, More)