Prince Naseem Hamed & the squashed toes
Back in the hazy days of the mid nineties my uni chums and I made a day pilgrimage to Alton Towers. Like many pisshead students I was fairly oblivious to the world outside my own little circle of influence. Luckily for the sake of this anecdote my flatmates were not so ignorant.

We queued for the cable car to take us accross the park. Now those who've been to Alton Towers may well know the cable car has a slight quirk, that it never stops. So once it arrives at the station there is only a limited window of opportunity for the previous occupants to get out and for you to get in before the doors close. Our group was large so getting through the doors in time was gonna be tight....

...a time constraint made worse by some short bling bling twat sauntering out of the cable car like the world will wait for him with some dolly on his arm sporting her labels like she's on a catwalk.

So I did what any irritated student might do. I said "Oh hurry up you twat!", pushed past him and accidentally stepped on his toes as I did it.

We all piled into the cable car and things were eerily quiet. My flatmates were all looking at me like I'd just come of the closet or something. "What?" I said looking back.

"Err... do you know who that was?" I was asked.
"Who? The twat in the way?"
"Yeah"
"No, who?"
"That was Prince Naseem Hamed...."
"Never heard of him" says I.
"The boxer... big fight last Saturday. Remember?"

I didn't remember, my trip to the pub was for cider, whatever sport was on the telly was of no consequence to me.

So somehow I called a world title boxer a twat, stepped on his toes and got away with it through ignorance ;-)
(golddust QOTW now revolves around being a cunt, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 9:41, 1 reply)

To be fair
he IS a twat, so nice going!
(RVD420 has his world coming down on, Thu 15 Oct 2009, 10:21, closed)