Oh so many
1. Knocking a painting over on stage. In front of my entire school. While dancing (in an ironic fashion, I assure you) like John Travolta. Thankfully, no-one remembers this happening.

2. My first girlfriend. Honest to God, it was so bad I genuinely think that if I bumped into her in the street the line "Yeah, that was all just me taking the piss" would wash. Creepy? Inept? 12 years old? All of the above.

3. Crying because of some minor sexual failure. I was drunk (there's a moral there).

4. My mother finding my taped Channel 5 porn, and confronting me about it as we set off on a long car journey.

5. Having a queen bitch of a girl draw tits, biologically inaccurate porn, and love notes to Britney Spears in my notepad, replace it, steal it 2 hours later, and show it to everyone. Instant leper, and I wasn't very popular to start with.

6. Trying it on with a girl while drunk, and not remembering it in the morning. Her boyfriend, while calm, was not pleased.

7. Developing a severe bladder infection and having my mother inspect my tackle because I didn't want to go to the doctor's yet. I had to turn up the music in my head so loud I permanently damaged my hearing.

8. Asking a very glum looking person "who died?". Turns out it was his sister.

9. My entire puberty.

10. The second time I got drunk (the first time went swimmingly well, surprisingly). I remember arriving. I remember drinking a lot of shots of vodka. I don't remember the ensuing 8 hours, telling a girl her breasts were too small, being punched off my chair by an unknown, or vomiting while upside down (think about it).

11. Watching a television program about someone who is suffering from senile dementia and some kind of paralysis with a friend who's father had just had a stroke. There was a good minute or so before the "OH SHIT" moment.

12. Being caught stealing someone's shampoo in halls. Yeesh.
(bad1dea, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 23:32, 4 replies)

being caught at it
i know this doesn't sound that bad but picture the scene. you have just seduced your boyfriend with a naughty school girl fantasy. he's tied to the bed, completely bollock naked, you are on top dressed as said school girl and your mother and brother walk in. oh the shame.
(rocknrolltemptress, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 23:29, 3 replies)

Xfactor
When the contestants do that stupid fucking pretend phone thing as their number comes up on the screen.

WHY?

Christ that really makes me cringe.
(Strangechap I look normal on the outside..., Thu 27 Nov 2008, 23:23, Reply)

Calling your teacher at school...
Mum. By mistake. Oh the shame.
(Strangechap I look normal on the outside..., Thu 27 Nov 2008, 23:15, 7 replies)

Stupid Mouth!
So I'm arguing with my brother. Unfortunately, I was also drinking.

He comes up with some comment that I can't quite figure out a decent answer to. So, I decide to go to Plan B. I blurt out "Yeah, well your mother's got a penis!"

Yeah, he collapsed into hysterical laughter. When he could breathe again, he pointed out that, as my brother, we have the same mother, and so I'd just insulted myself as well.

Arse.
(purplegod counting down for Christmas!, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 23:13, 1 reply)

I hate my guts...
And they hate me, the intestiney bastards. At stressful moments, they tend to go into "let's generate painful pains and wind and stuff" mode.

I'm just settling down in the tattooist's chair for some custom ink to be applied to my rear elevation, when my intestines interject, and I float a noxious air biscuit. Ew.

It'd have curled his hair, if he'd had any. Nothing was said, although Pink Goddess asked me about it later. I admitted it.

Oh, the embarrassment. If I hadn't been nearly fainting, I'd have cringed.
(purplegod counting down for Christmas!, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 23:12, 2 replies)

Me + work = disaster
I have a longstanding tradition of acting like an absolute twat at work, including some casual jobs where people were too nice to point out my various faux pas - such as taking obnoxiously long lunch breaks and continuously stuffing my face while half-heartedly tapping away on the keyboard.

This one stands out though, because it's a prime example of how completely awkward I am and have been since birth.

A friend who had been at a company which shall not be named for several months heard I was job-hunting, and encouraged me to turn in my resume, which I duly did, got through the interviews fine, and was hired on. I'm an excitable person sometimes, and in the first week was slightly too high-spirited; when break time rolled around, I paid my friend a visit by bouncing up behind his chair, giving him a playful nudge and teasing him about taking the afternoon off to be with his girlfriend.

Turns out he was taking the afternoon off. And he was mostly doing it for the benefit of his ladyfriend.

Inevitable piss-taking ensued, and I slunk off with my tail between my legs to be greeted at my desk with a stern email suggesting NOT to spout off my big mouth again. Duly noted, I thought meekly, and swore up and down it wouldn't happen again.

Two days later I visited him again on lunch hour, chatted for a bit and for some reason I still cannot fathom, foghorned 'Now quit slacking off!' as I was leaving the room.

It's important to note I have a bad habit of speaking quickly and unintelligibly, which I did then. So, it looked to all present as if I had bounded into the room, exchanged a few words and screamed gibberish at one of their co-workers as I flounced merrily away.

I no longer work there (through some fault of my own), and given this type of first impression it's probably for the best.

Length? /cringe
(Rem Sir, why are you thrashing about on the floor?, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 23:10, Reply)

Copy and paste and cry
A while ago, going through an emotional trauma, I spent a day crafting an email to someone explaining the intensity of my feelings for them and how my life was impacted by them. It was quite the epic missive and I wrote it in a text editor so I could compose and re-compose without having to log in to my webmail account all the time.

Finally I got round to sending it. I copied and pasted it and sent it to him, a bittersweet sense of relief, nerves and happiness washing over me. Just as I'd sent it I noticed my ex had logged onto Google Chat. Things were a little tense between us but I said hello and we got chatting. I went to copy and paste a link to him... and managed to copy in the email declaration of love to new bloke and press send before I realised what I'd done.

Yup, I sent a deep, meaningful, candid and heartfelt email meant for a new bloke to the ex that was still resentful about the fact that I'd dumped him. I had to spend the next five minutes backtracking, grovelling, and saying "er, that wasn't meant for you".

No matter which way you slice it, I looked like a cunt.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 23:08, 4 replies)

Related to my story on page two,
I was over at the shagmate's... shagging. It was about 0130 and I felt something hop on the bed.

She didn't have a cat.

It was her son, somewhat less than two years old, come to sleep in her bed. I froze. Not out of shame, and this isn't the cringe moment, but because I was trying to think of the least obvious way to dismount his mother and not leave him with any issues.

She says "Hi Kiddo!" and he proceeds to curl up on the other pillow. Quietly she says it's okay and we can keep going. I'm still poised above her, half in as I hadn't moved yet.

And that's when the little boy reached out and held my hand.

*cringe*

Mom started bucking her hips to get me going again, but I decided we were done.
(Ejaculantern was caught desecrating pumpkins on, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 23:05, 12 replies)

Ummm....
I regularly (every minute practically) burp and fart in the company of my family, friends and workmates. I tell said people when Im off to have a dump. I pick my nose. I pick my belly button, and smell it. I pick my spots. I pick Purplegods spots. I drop food on the floor and pick it up and put it back on the plate (mine or other peoples, I'm not fussy, what they dont know wont kill them). I like Rick Astley and New kids on the block. I luuuurrrrvvve Will Young. I like Xfactor and I'm a celebrity. I ask Purplegod to hold my hand while I'm pooing. I heard Purplegod's posh Mom do a mahoosive pant splitting fart the second time I met her. I'm a hairdresser. I married a geek (who looks just like Jon Tickle- he of big brother). I am rather fat.
Apparently all of the above things should by rights make me want to crawl up my own arsehole and hide there for many years. But do you know what? They don't. The truly embarrassing thing is I don't give a flying fuck and Purplegod still loves me!
( randomwomanwholikespink, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 23:05, 5 replies)

Christmas
I think I was about 12, and we had the family over for a party. We were playing a word association game called "poohsticks bananas", which probably would have fitted in last week's category. It's not a gay game or anything. Well, it is gay, but not in the shoving sticks and bananas up your family's arse sense of the word.*

The game works like this: you all sit in a big circle, and the player looks at a family member and says a word, like "frog", for instance. Whoever is being looked at has to look at a different person and say something that either rhymes with "frog", or begins with the same letter. So you could say "dog", or "film", or, for double points, "fog". It carries on until someone says a word starting with "p", in which case the next person has to say "poohsticks", and the person after that has to say "bananas". It's all very civilised, I think my Mum read about it in the Telegraph.

We were playing this that one Christmas, and my cousin looked at me and said "bark". I then looked directly at my uncle, and yelled "TWAT!" as loudly as I could. I'm not sure why, I don't have tourette's or anything. That certainly put a dampener on the Christmas party, and I was promptly sent to my room. I was actually more proud than embarrassed, to be honest.

*this post is fast becoming an embarrassing moment in itself.
( krang, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 23:03, 6 replies)

Coffee
I was working away from home in a place frequented by many who passed through. As such, there was stuff left by previous people that had been abandoned or forgotten. this was mostly pens and the like, but in the corner of a desk, near a wall was an old coffee, which had started growing mould. A permanent worker, who was supervising me came to check I was OK first thing one morning. After a chat, seeing everything was OK, he got up to leave and said he'd get rid of the coffee. The office was pretty crowded so I helped by pushing a wheely chair out of his way. The casters were stuck in an odd way though, so the chair shot into him and he spilled mouldy coffee all over himself.
What do you say? I swore reflexively, and apologised profusely. My boss said nothing and left, presumably to smell for the rest of the day.
( littlefish I like cheese, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 22:59, Reply)

...
A colleague to our boss:

"What's wrong, you're looking at me like I've just pulled my cock out of a four year old"

/mode +tumbleweed
(mymilkshakebringsallthemongstotheyard poison hearts, poison minds - joining hate, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 22:58, 2 replies)

Virgin on the ridiculous
I was 17, I'd been seeing my first proper long-term boyfriend for eight months and we were ready to take our deeply heartfelt teen love to a new level where he would remove the last vestiges of my virginity. Spurning the usual lover's haunts of local lane-ways and forest, we opted for the comfort of his bedroom. His mother was progressive, open-minded and a bit of a goer, so we knew she wouldn't mind.

There we were, in advanced stages of foreplay, me bracing myself at the idea of becoming a proper woman (he was already manly, having done it with one other girl, the stud). As we gazed endearingly into each others eyes and whispered affirmative responses, and as he positioned himself for that sweet milestone of a moment, and as I clutched him to me and vowed in my heart that this pure, beautiful practice could never be repeated with another man...

...in walked his mother with a pile of laundry, breezed over to the airing cupboard and nonchalantly cried "oh, don't mind me, dears!"

I did not lose my virginity that day.

He bought a lock.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 22:55, 7 replies)

Getting back at the wrong person
Since this is long, I'll warn you now that there is no punchline...

I was bullied quite badly by a few really unpleasant kids when I was at middle school (9-13). Of course, as an adult looking back now, I realise that the headmaster was right in that it was partly my fault for thinking I was too clever-by-half (reading books & not liking football), being a bit effeminate (reading books & not liking football), and attracting unnecessary attention (ADMITTING to reading books & not liking football).

In all seriousness though, I was an annoying kid in some ways and I wouldn't back down from anyone, so I can understand why I got some people's backs up, but I didn't deserve regular kickings, being spat on every time teachers left the room, my stuff being stolen or vandalised all the time, etc.

Anyway, kids of that age do have a tendency to turn on the weak like a pack of wolves, so there was always some arsehole who thought that because a couple of bullies had decided to pick on me and I didn't have many friends, I was fair game, and they could have a go at me too as a result - in order to make themselves look hard or just blend in with bullies they probably aspired to, I suppose.

I developed a pretty spiky attitude as a result and was constantly ready to argue down or fight anyone who had a go (you can see why this carried on for years, can't you?), which meant lots of fights, lots of trouble, lots of my mum crying, etc... really grim, actually. I was a pretty hard 13 year old myself by the end as a result and this made me even less likely to take this sort of crap.

Anyway...

In the last year at middle school, one of the kids who decided I was fair game at the wrong time and place was a guy who'd been dealt a very bad hand in life but was actually, generally, pretty OK with everyone. Not only did he have learning difficulties, he also had a badly repaired hare-lip and was, although big, not physically strong or especially in control. The same bullies who had latched onto me called him Lurch.

He got me on a bad day, he made a comment in passing which was cruel and stupid but nothing worse than I was used to, and I reacted.

Having to stand in the headmaster's office and explain why I'd punched this boy over and stood over him shouting that he was a 'slobbering fucking dickhead' was pretty cringeworthy. So was explaining to my mum and dad, who were both teachers themselves. The worst bit was apologising to him, especially because he was really sorry too.

Looking at it selfishly, the best thing about it for me was that, apart from one exception a couple of years later which got me temporarily excluded from High School (very similar situation but someone more deserving, since he did punch me first, for no real reason), I have not lost my temper with anyone ever again. I've got angry, yes, because I'm human. I've had rows with friends. I've even fought a few times (self protection. twice, saving a friend from unprovoked assault by a random, once) but I've never lost control and been spiteful, violent, or abusive on that sort of way because it scares me every time I remember how much of a bastard I was.

Even when I see people from school now (I'm 26) I'm embarrassed that they might remember this happening.

.......................

Just had a pause before posting this, looked at the other stuff people are posting, and realised I've been a bit serious and confessional here, haven't I? Ah well, sod it. I've wanted to do a really long post for a while.

If you fancy a quick one as an add on, I once swore loads to impress the other boys in the tent on a Cub camp, not realising Akela was outside the tent for half an hour. I cried in front of them all when she turned her torch on and said she'd be telling my parents the next morning. That made me look really cool... Will that do?
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 22:48, 5 replies)

Cheeky faux-pas
I'm sure she won't mind me sharing this little snippet of information, but it's fair to say that Chickenlady has an absolutely cracking bottom.

I freely admit to enjoying a surreptitious grope while no-one is looking, it never fails to put a cheeky grin on my weary face even after a long day in the office.

So a few months back during more clement weather, Chickenlady, the nuggets and me were all getting packed to spend a weekend under canvas. While ferrying camping equipment to and from the car I was chatting away to Chickenlady, who was elsewhere in the house directing the proceedings. I ventured into the kitchen and saw her bent over, putting food into a coolbox.

I seized the opportunity and reached forth for a lingering fondle of firm derriere.

However, the smoldering fires my ardor were quickly quelled when the figure jumped, straightened and turned round with a start.

It wasn't Chickenlady who's bottom I'd just manhandled.

Whoops.

I'd be able to type this without cringing if the recipient of the clandestine fondle had put me out of my misery by either slapping me round the face or demanding to know what the hell it was I thought I was doing. However, they merely accepted my spluttered apology without a word and haven't mentioned it since.

It took me a while before I could look Chickenlady's mother in the eye again.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Thu 27 Nov 2008, 22:43, 5 replies)

Ow, another one's come back...
Lying in bed with my girlfriend, it became apparent that I was a geeky bastard when she was lying too far up the bed and I asked her to "scroll down"...
(weegiegeek, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 22:37, 2 replies)

I used to drive a Lada
Um, try pulling with that.
(purplegod counting down for Christmas!, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 22:35, 3 replies)

Hahaha
Walking up to some traffic lights, waiting for them to change so I could cross, I met my gran.

"hi gran" I said. It wasn't my gran. Just some old lady. The lights took ages to change.

I'm sure she just thought I was being a cheeky little bastard, saying she was old. I really thought it was my gran for a split second.
(weegiegeek, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 22:31, Reply)

I've already posted
my most cringeworthy moment, if you can call a six month period of my life a moment. As it was one of my first posts I felt somewhat anonymous when I posted it, and therefore safe... now, however, having met actual real live b3tans, I think I will leave that one where it is.

But I have more... oh yes...

Many years ago I met a great woman who became my best friend. Early on in our friendship she told me her son Ben had learning difficulties.

We were chatting on the phone one time and she said,
"Did I tell you Ben's a Mormon?"

Now, I'm not sure exactly what was going on in my head at the time, or why I thought what I thought, I just remember having a sort of PC panic, (of the kind best portrayed by John Cleese, "Don't mention the war!") and thinking "oh fuck, am I Right On enough to deal with this?"...

Because I thought she meant "Mongol".

I was a bit taken aback but thought perhaps it's ok to call them that if you're their mum.

"Er, no, well, er, um," I bluffed "You said he was special needs".

I'm not sure how the conversation went after that or how long it took before I realised, probably because I've blanked it out.
( warmfuzzies Isn't here, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 22:29, 3 replies)

Again...
Early teens, I was saying to a teacher how biology was interesting, and that I'd like to study organisms, but I actually said orgasms.

Ground, swallow me...
(weegiegeek, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 22:27, 5 replies)

Alton Towers
I seem to be having a bit of a vent. Sorry. Here we go again...

Pink Goddess organised an Alton Towers trip with her family. Normally, organising her family is like herding kittens, but we managed. We set off from three different places in three different cars at the same time.

I... well, I drove to Alton Towers. It's pretty much due north, and thanks to the satnav, we got there fairly quickly. We were the twentieth car in the car park or something. We parked up and waited. And waited. And waited. "WTF?" we thought. Well, Pink Goddess' dad was on the M6 toll, she found. She asked why we hadn't taken the M6 toll. By this time I was too pissed off to be polite about pointing out because we'd driven north, whereas the M6 toll runs east-west.

They got there an hour later. I was bent double with embarrassment by then, as about a million people had walked past our car (right by the entrance) wondering why our car had three people not speaking to each other in it.

Finally we met up. In we went. How bad could it be? Some highlights:

* Pink Goddess' sister stepped on a duck. No, really, she found a small, half grown duckling, and stood on it. The poor bastard let out a miserable, unhappy quack. She stepped back sharply, and stood on the damn duckling again. Luckily the RSPCA missed that one.

* The whining and moaning from the little ones about having to walk. No, not the kids, Pink Goddess' sister and mother.

* My brother-in-law's near neck attack. Did I mention that Pink Goddess' dad wouldn't speak to me when I first met him? Well, he still hadn't. (And still hasn't, the ugly fat twunt). So, he kept my brother in law between him and me at all times. Poor chap's head nearly fell off with the effort of trying to hold up one end of two conversations at once. You know Wimbledon crowds? Fast forward that, that's what the poor guy looked like.

* The most triumphant moment of embarrassment ever. I so am not making this up. We were in a queue for some ride or other. In front of us was a small group of young ladies. Behind me, ugly twuntyflaps lights what looks like a somewhat ugly cigarette. "Noooooooooo..." says my internal voice. The young ladies are policewomen, and, yup, that's a fucking spliff. How stupid do you have to be?!?!? It turns out that, yes, you can actually cringe so hard that you pull a muscle. I did it that day.
(purplegod counting down for Christmas!, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 22:21, Reply)

And again
Calling a girl I haven't seen since her mid-teens a spaz, in conversation.

A girl who now has a kid with cerebral palsy.

I wasn't to know!
(weegiegeek, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 22:19, Reply)

Another
Fifth year at school. We were in with sixth years for English. One of whom was pretty fuckable.

She asks me if I enjoyed the book we were given to read. I'm sitting there thinking about fucking her. I reply:

"I haven't ridden it yet. Read it. Fuck..."
(weegiegeek, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 22:16, Reply)

pub golf is an evil game!
back when i was one of those annoying student types. my classmates and i thought it would be a good idea to play pub golf. now as some background, i'd had a sorta shagging thing going on with one of the boys thats all it was and i'm a sensible enough kinda girl to realise nothing more was to come of it. pun un-intended. Anyhow, if you know the rules of pub golf you'll know the night was a very messy one, i was absolutley hammered and in my stouper snogged one of said boys friends. for some reason i felt majorly guilty because he had seen me snoggin him against a wall and decided to cry like the pissed idiot i was, telling whoever would listen that i'd been an idiot and how could i come between two friends etc etc

turns out neither of them gave a shit about the whole thing even though i somehow thought they did. and i ended up being thown over a pals shoulder and chucked in a taxi home clearly too drunk to take care of my emotions.

oh god i hate thinkin about it! the shame!
(fernbrittonsexcessskin will give a shit later, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 22:11, 2 replies)

Oops.
I used to go out with a crazy girl. Well, I've had a few but this particular one was crazier than ever.

Anyway, one day she opened up to me, and it explained her craziness a little.

She'd been raped by a guy, let's call him Bob. That's bound to make you a little crazy.

She'd also had her ex kill himself, shortly after she dumped him. Let's call him Steve. More fuel for the crazy fire.

One day she was super upset, blaming herself for her ex's death.

Trying to comfort her I said "I know it must be hard, and I'm sure you miss Bob a lot but it's not your fault he's gone"...

Yeah, wrong name. I felt like a cunt.

As it turns out he wasn't actually dead though. One day he just started speaking to her on MSN. His mates and family had just told her he was dead. He'd fucked off to London after she split up with him.
(weegiegeek, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 22:09, 1 reply)

Meet the parents
The clouds had parted, and a single ray of sunshine had caressed her hair. Violins had played. All those pennies spent at the wishing well had paid off. Yes, dear reader, I had the world's most beautiful woman on my arm. I was prouder than any man before had ever been. All was perfect. I walked with an angel, with a song in my heart and a tent in my pants. Yes, Pink Goddess had come into my life.

Then came "meet the parents". We arranged that I'd meet her at her parents' house. So, I made sure I looked good. Good suit, ironed shirt, best tie, polished shoes. I turned up in my decent, car-allowance car, and knocked the door, laptop bag in hand.

Yup, I looked just like a policeman. There was probably some swallowing of drugs and stuff. In I stroll. Pink Goddess' dad wouldn't speak to me, and her mother took the opportunity to practice her flirting technique.

Ladies and gentlemen, I cringed.
(purplegod counting down for Christmas!, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 22:06, Reply)

The Blind Couple
Been lurking for a while, so its about time I posted a story.

There are a blind couple who take the same bus as I do every now and again. Although I dont really talk to them, I always answer when they ask if this is their stop, and they seem like a really nice pair.

So, a few weeks ago, there I was, at the bus stop with the blind couple, and we were both a bit early for the bus. The young lad asked if the bus was usually late on this day, and I replied "I dont know mate, but the bus timetable is over here if you want to look at it"

I nearly died inside. It almost sounds like I was taking the piss. But they seemed to understand it was a mistake... I hope
(DanS like you've never DanSed before!, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 22:04, 1 reply)

The Step-In-Laws
My Dad remarried, and inherited a step-family.

Eldest step-brother, who is one of life's middle managers, married this oddly-shaped woman thing. She's the most prudish person I've ever met. You just don't say anything at all naughty near her. Cos you just don't. I honestly think that she must excrete diamonds, she's so tightly wrapped.

So... me, pissed and stroppy. Her. We were sat around, me not really talking as my mouth was busy drinking. Someone (I forget who) pointed out that her husband needed a shave. "That'll be really rough on your skin!" they pointed out.

Cue me having a genius boy moment. I open my big fat ugly gob-hole, and spout "Yeah, 'cos you should what it's done to her thighs!"

----socks. The last time I said something to her, I had to apologise four months later. There was a pause, during which she looked even more puzzled than usual.

I cringed. And then cringed some more.

Eventually, something clunked into place in her head. She looked up with a surprised look on her face, and said "That's all rude!"

Um, yes. Yes, it was.

They no longer speak to me at all.
(purplegod counting down for Christmas!, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 21:58, 2 replies)

Loves young dream
I must have been 18, and I really fancied Janet from the local girls high school.
Well, we'd actually left school by then after A-levels (the exams, you perverts) but I was still looking to actually speak to her after seeing her for the first time about 4 yrs earlier.
So I found out where she lived from a friend (BASTARD !!) and embarked on a fortnight of anonymous love letters, poems, radio dedications, culminating in sending her what I thought was a really cryptic message giving my name.
I got a phone call the next morning.
"Who are you?"
And before I got chance to answer...
"Because I think you think I'm somebody else."

It was Janet.
Not THE Janet though.
A Janet who was about 3 times my age, and married.

I am cringing now as I sit here over 30 yrs later.

And now the most cringeworthy bit:
Most of the things I did were sent to 'Janets' address.
Except the Valentines card.
I knew she went to college by train, and I knew (because I used to watch her from the other platform) that her and her friends always sat on the same bench.
So the card went to:
Janet A#######,
The Bench nearest the Stairs,
Platform One,
W######### Central station.

So, at least one thing got to the right person, and probably made her paranoid for years....

SORRY, SORRY, SORRY....
(paof2 Nude might not be rude, but rude could be nude..., Thu 27 Nov 2008, 21:58, Reply)