I was once obsessed by the medocre band Ooberman...
Once, in a pub, I placed a bet that I would be able to pull the only female in the group... Sophia her name, I believe.

In this highly complex worded bet, I was had to pull her before the "24 hour" drinking laws came into force... which was several years away at this point and my reward would be an entire 24 hours of drinking at my opponents expense.

I eventually managed found out about a special "end of tour" gig in London, at which we were promised the band would come out and meet the fans... I sensed my opportunity and got myself a ticket and took along camera for proof.

Anyhow, the moment came, I saw Sophia across the room and started walking over, only for my friend to inform me that actually, the lead singer (who was sitting next to her) was her boyfriend and may not be amused at my advances... I was planning on getting him to hold the camera.

Needless to say, despite a second attempt at a second wimp-out at Reading festival, 24 hour drinking came, and I lost... a pint.

My opponent must now pull a weather girl before analog TV is turned off.... He hasn't even met one yet.
(indie design Can I smell lobster bisque?, Wed 22 Apr 2009, 18:55, 4 replies)

Weather girls
I went to university with Kirsty McCabe, if that helps. I couldn't put your opponent in touch with her now, but I've arguably come closer than he has to the stated objective.
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Wed 22 Apr 2009, 18:59, closed)

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
If he wins, I have to buy him a digital telly.
(indie design Can I smell lobster bisque?, Thu 23 Apr 2009, 9:35, closed)

She gets about, not in a dodgy way
I've been out for dinner with her as her ex-boyfriend used to work with my housemate. She was so pissed in the pub afterwards she mistook the exit from the pub as the door to the Ladies and came back in after a couple of sheepish minutes wandering around on the pavements looking for the loo.

Last I saw she was being interviewed by some women's magazine about her diet regime and her new hubby. So she's probably not pullable any more...
(Rakky (forgot her password) The muffin maverick, Thu 23 Apr 2009, 10:50, closed)

The first gig I ever went to
was Ooberman. At the Metro Club I think, on Oxford Street. I liked them at the time, then they disappeared. Oh well.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Thu 23 Apr 2009, 10:26, closed)