Like many teenagers, my bedroom walls were covered with posters.
This included a particularly massive one of Depeche Mode right above my bed. Since the poster to wall ratio was quite expansive, this meant that the blu-tack to poster rationing was a bit slim.

One Saturday morning, as I was having an especially nice dream about Judy Gill and her antics at the school sports day playing hockey in her short skirt and tight sports shirt, I was awoken by the unmistakeable sound of said poster peeling itself from the wall and flopping onto my face. It is somewhat disconcerting to awaken from a dream about the fittest girl in school only to find yourself confronted with a photo of Martin Gore dressed in bondage gear pressed firmly against you... Possibly no less disconcerting than having a poster with the fluffy haired yet angelic voiced perve on your wall, but nevertheless...

Startled, I sprang out of bed in order to re-stick the poster to the wall. Unfortunately, due to my just awake state, my coordination was less than well-honed, and as I went to fall back down to my slumber, I slipped on the duvet and crashed towards the floor, only stopping to introduce my forehead to the bedside cabinet on the way, giving myself an instant swelling that put my dreams of Judy's gym sweater into sharp relief.

It was at this point, as I dragged myself from the floor and back into bed that I realised that my bedroom carpet didn't match the curtains.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 24 Jun 2011, 2:04, 2 replies)

You hit your head so hard
it changed the colour of your pubes?!!
(Sloppy Giuseppe, Fri 24 Jun 2011, 10:38, closed)

Oh, you...

( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 24 Jun 2011, 15:31, closed)