Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear...I'm sitting her shuddering at the memory
Oh dear oh dear oh dear....
Reading these posts seems to have stirred up a memory I thought erased forever...

When I was a wee nipper, I was invited to a fancy dress party. With a theme. Remember this. There was a theme. Which was Robin Hood et assorted characters. This theme was on the invitation.

So what does my mum dress me up as? A knight? Ol' Robin himself?


No


Only a bloody hockey player. A hockey player. A fucking hockey player. I *had* recently started playing it at school, so, even more embarrassingly, I had the full kit.

And my mum had made another mistake. She dropped me off an hour late.

So imagine walking into this party, an hour late, a room full of maid marians and friar tucks and robin fucking hood, as a hockey player. I had to tell everyone I had just got back from a hockey match.

And then my mum picked me up an hour late as well.


Oh, how I cried.

w00t, First Post!
And apologies for length-but everyone knows it's the girth that matters
(Quantum Sheep was going to type something clever here...but...oh, Tue 17 Jan 2006, 11:24, Reply)