Some tedious literations of diaspora and transient nonsense

I danced with 'fat boy' and Zoe ball at The Event club in Brighton. Zoe looked like a rubber monkey mask stuck to a pair of tights stuffed with fried eggs and 'fat' was most definitely medium to pre-obese.

I flirted with George Formby's great grand daughter, who stuck bits of rizlas on her eyelashes and fluttered them at me pouting.

I know a guy that formulated the transmission protocols for satellites.

I had tea and flirted (again) with Joanna Lumleys niece (who was lovely and I didn't get anywhere because I'm a baffoon).

I lived nextdoor to Michael Howard who had bullet proof windows fitted, motion sensors and an armed guard. We still found a good sniping position but failed to take the opportunity.

I met a guy that had (then) one of the very few licences given to allow someone to grow marijuana in Britain, it was for a species of butterfly.

'Emily' from Bagpuss has all grown up and I have been in her shop in Whitstable.

I had a four page spread story about me in the Sunday Telegraph, a full size photo of me walking down a moor road in Cumbria. It was about homelessness.

My friend lived in the house that Bob Holness was born in.

I am in the Guinness book of records for the most wooden spoons stuffed up my arse, 37 if you think you can beat it. :)
( Brandy_Bumwinkle, Mon 28 Feb 2005, 20:27, Reply)