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Freddie Woo tells us how he recently spent ages trying to open his front door with his Oyster Card before realising he actually needed things called "keys". Tell us of times you've done stupid things while on auto-pilot
( , Thu 21 Mar 2013, 12:20)
Freddie Woo tells us how he recently spent ages trying to open his front door with his Oyster Card before realising he actually needed things called "keys". Tell us of times you've done stupid things while on auto-pilot
( , Thu 21 Mar 2013, 12:20)
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A few years back I used to DJ and help out at my favourite pub. It was a nice pub, never any trouble, so they didn't have door-staff or bouncers. If anything did start it was generally diffused by myself or some of the other more burly regulars.
One particular night the splendid bonhomie of said pub was rudely interrupted by one rather loud gentleman banging rather fiercely on the side of the jukebox and swearing a lot.
A few of us looked at each other with mild perturbance. Glances were exchanged. I got up to have a quiet word.
"What's up mate?"
"This fucking thing!"
"Have you put the right money in?"
"YES! Fucking thing!"
"Well what do you want?"
"I couldn't give a shit mate. Anything!"
"Uh... well what would you like? There's plenty of choice."
"Any fucking thing!"
"Well what's your favourite band?"
"WHAT!? The fuck's that got to do with you?"
"I'm just trying to help you get what you want! What did you want when you put your money in?"
"Marlboro lights."
I don't think he came in again.
( , Sat 23 Mar 2013, 14:18, 8 replies)
A few years back I used to DJ and help out at my favourite pub. It was a nice pub, never any trouble, so they didn't have door-staff or bouncers. If anything did start it was generally diffused by myself or some of the other more burly regulars.
One particular night the splendid bonhomie of said pub was rudely interrupted by one rather loud gentleman banging rather fiercely on the side of the jukebox and swearing a lot.
A few of us looked at each other with mild perturbance. Glances were exchanged. I got up to have a quiet word.
"What's up mate?"
"This fucking thing!"
"Have you put the right money in?"
"YES! Fucking thing!"
"Well what do you want?"
"I couldn't give a shit mate. Anything!"
"Uh... well what would you like? There's plenty of choice."
"Any fucking thing!"
"Well what's your favourite band?"
"WHAT!? The fuck's that got to do with you?"
"I'm just trying to help you get what you want! What did you want when you put your money in?"
"Marlboro lights."
I don't think he came in again.
( , Sat 23 Mar 2013, 14:18, 8 replies)
I'll readily admit I've not read your story
but you're getting clicked for the reference.
( , Sat 23 Mar 2013, 17:43, closed)
but you're getting clicked for the reference.
( , Sat 23 Mar 2013, 17:43, closed)
I wasn't impressed by that series.
Not nearly as good as his other stuff; quite sloppy in places.
( , Sat 23 Mar 2013, 20:38, closed)
Not nearly as good as his other stuff; quite sloppy in places.
( , Sat 23 Mar 2013, 20:38, closed)
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