Back to school...
... after christmas I was eager catch up with what people had been doing. At the gate I met my mate Tom and we quickly went through presents, TV specials etc.
He told me that our other mate Andy had spent the hols with his grandad and as a present he had recived a spanking new Casio keyboard and his grandad was teaching him how to play piano. Apparently the gramps was really good and knew all the latest songs.

I didn't believe it so when I saw Andy the first thing I said was "Hey Andy, hows your grandad on the piano?"

Andy gave me a shocked look and said "He hasn't got any fingers, you cnut" and ran off sobbing.

I froze, mouth flapping open and did a whole body cringe and then set off to find and beat the crap out of Tom.




I found them both together, laughing like howler monkeys on nitrous and the penny finally dropped.

They'd been planning this all fortnight and I cringed again at my gullibility.

I did have a grudging respect for them though. For my mates, who used to think that stink palm was the height of subterfuge, this was real Oceans 11 level planning.
(Bo Nidle Coming back in from the cold., Fri 28 Nov 2008, 17:40, Reply)