Wavy Lines, Wavy Lines
So, it's the summer of my 16th year, and I've got this top bird who will shall call Heather, for that is her name. My parents have gone on holiday, and we have the house to ourselves. We're in the living room and partially naked and I'm all over her like a rash.

Looking over her shoulder, I catch a glimpse of my watch, and I say these imortal words "quick, pull your jeans on or we'll miss the bus".

Yes... for that night Quadrophenia was on at the local Odeon, and I passed up the chance of violating her young body to sit in the Odeon to watch a film I was to see again, again, again, again and again with the advent of the VCR that was just literally around the corner.

As I sat in the cinema eating my pop corn, a slight wiff of scampy fries left my fingers and wafted up my nose (which was unusual as the tobacco smoke was thick back then). It was then I palm planted a giant box of salted all over me.


The following day, she went on holiday with her parents and I never saw her again as my attention was devoted to a dirty old slapper with whom you didn't have to try. But I cranked one off in the memory of Heather for about 10 years after that tussle in the living room.
( Piper Alpha is being a grumpy northerm bastard on:, Mon 27 Sep 2010, 16:14, 2 replies)

You did WHAT all over yourself now?

( Geoff the Clownfish You know Myra, some people might think you're cute, Mon 27 Sep 2010, 16:58, closed)

I think...
... he REALLY likes scampi fries.
(hairybuddha, Mon 27 Sep 2010, 22:14, closed)