Yet another tale of Manchester derring-do.
There I was, another skint student, on the bus going home from the Tesco Didsbury with my shopping bagged up around me. Sitting in front of me were two general mid-to-late-teen lowlives, who were boasting loudly to each other about how many drugs they'd taken.
I leaned forward, and put on my best scally accent.
"Ey, lads", I said.
"Wot?"
"Couldn't 'elp but over'ear ya an' I wos thinkin' ya might be interested in summa these".
I help up a couple of small rectangular pieces of yellow card.
"Wot are they, like?" said one.
I looked at him. "D'ya need to me tell ya?"
He looked slightly abashed. "Nah, man. How much?"
"Fiver each."

And that's how I sold the little rip-out cardboard tabs from a box of Swan Vesta matches for a tenner without ever even claiming they were drugs.
(davywavy, Fri 11 Jul 2008, 9:44, 3 replies)

That
is brilliant.
(Bazongaloid, Fri 11 Jul 2008, 9:52, closed)

I've done that
My brother works for London underground so had amassed a large collection of travelcards over a few months - this was pre-oyster - I carefully cut out the LU logo from the corner, licked the back and stuck it in a sherbert fountain, let it dry and put them all in a baggie next day for school.

I told two friends with the biggest mouths and word got round pretty fast that I was selling some top class acid. The tingling sensation helped even the stoner kids believe they were getting something from sticking a bit of LU property to their tongue.
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Fri 11 Jul 2008, 10:05, closed)

Bravo
Anyone that dim deserves to be taken for a ride.
( flake has nothing against your right leg, Fri 11 Jul 2008, 12:18, closed)