When we were young
we knocked about with a guy who was from Hull at upper school ( us being southerners) he was a year older than us but was in our year cos he was a bit 'behind'

He was a good lad, everyone's mate, always had fags, money etc you get the picture.

Anyway there was a rumour at school he was leaving to join the Navy at the end of our GCSE's.

We had so many free study periods which we spent stoned, pissed and making prank calls or filling out life insurance forms, free inco pads for the saddo's at school who followed us around....

Anyway we decided to ring navy boy up from a phone box (pre mobile phones)

The telephone conversation went like this

Navy's boy mum : Hello

My Mate : (in a posh accent) Good afternoon may i speak to a mr Navy Boy please madam

Navy Boy's mum: who's calling?

My Mate: This is Admiral Whitehorse from the Navy

Navy Boy's Mum: Oh, one second i'll just go and get him

Navy Boy: Hello?

My Mate: Is this Mr Navy boy?

Navy Boy: Yes, can i help you?

My Mate: I'm afraid to say we are turning down your application for the Navy

Navy Boy: Why's that?

My Mate: ( still in his posh accent!) cos your ugly and your Northern!

Then my mate hung up!

there was 4 of us huddled round that phone box and we just pissed ourselves laughing, making me giggle now and this was 15 years ago..

Thinking about it was really cruel but that was a classic, totally unscripted!


He never did mention it the next day
(djgalaxe, Fri 14 Dec 2007, 16:17, Reply)