Bullshit and BullshittersWe've had questions about lies and liars in the past, but this time we're asking about the sort of fantasist who constantly claims they've got a helicopter in the garden or was "second onto the balcony at the Iranian Embassy siege". Tell us about the cobblers you've been told, or the complete lies you've come out with.
Thanks to dozer for the suggestion
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 13 Jan 2011, 12:55)
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Strange Little ManRambling story. Read at your peril.
Going back 20 years I used to practice Aikido (no, this isn't the bullshit part...) and I was also part of a core element that liked to tour other clubs for extra training especially when coming up to a grading. It was hard work but all fun and games, and we were pretty good to be fair.
There happened to be a very rural club that we used to pop along to quite regularly (as it was close) but a few of the members there were, to be honest, really shit. For some reason they really thought their ability was far better than it actually was, and would often use brute strength rather than basic principles (I'm going off topic here, so...)
One chap there was very odd, very intense, little ability and stiff as a board. He was indeed a Strange Little Man. He would also whisper about his times in the army and his various trips to far away places, and various far eastern women he had gone down on. He was quite obviously a bit bonkers and we tended to steer clear of the Strange Little Man.
Some years later I joined the army myself and after awhile found myself being deployed to Bosnia for picnic duties. We were based in Sarajevo (Zetra then Terme) and were peacekeepers for the declared peace. I'm not sure who declared it but it certainly wasn't the locals, and it took them a few weeks to cotton on to the whole Stop-Shooting-People-Idea. After things calmed down the base became the hub of any negotiations between the various factions and there was a constant stream of hele traffic in and out of the place.
One particular week every big-wig that wanted to say something had been ferried into the place and along with it the vast amount of security, providing close protection, that would have come along for the ride. SAS rubbed shoulders with SBS, Navy Seals and probably B&Q to boot.
So there I sat along with a few mates having a game of Connect 4 in purpose built cafe and it was heaving with various SF wanting to grab a tea, coffee, root beer etc. I happened to glance over to one group of said nutters sat in the corner.
And there he was, the Strange Little Man. No doubt it was him.
So. There you go.
(, Fri 14 Jan 2011, 12:54, Reply)
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