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( , Thu 17 Jul 2008, 14:30)
We love watching films and we're always looking for interesting things to watch - so tell us the best movie you've seen and why you enjoyed it.
( , Thu 17 Jul 2008, 14:30)
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My all time fave is 'Dirty Harriet'
I was staying at the 'Sleep-in' in Amsterdam - a very unofficial hostel. It was 1984 and I was 21. By day, I'd wander the city streets and squares and sit listening to buskers between coffeeshop visits; by night, I'd sit around the Sleep-in bar, rolling and smoking championship quality joints as the clock slowly unwound.
On my third morning, I rose at the crack of noon and wandered into the showers - they were open-plan, like school changing rooms. Oh, and uni-sex.
I put down my towel, took off my baggy t-shirt, stepped out of my Naxos sandals and dropped my loose fitting 501s. Then, with a bar of soap, walked to a nearby shower, turned the taps and shut my eyes as the water cascaded over my tanned skin. As I opened my eyes to find the soap, I noticed a girl wearing a thin cotton dress was slowly unbuttoning it not ten feet away. She was naked underneath, and she smiled at me as she lay it on the bench and walked to a shower jet close by.
She was stunning: blonde wavy hair, blue eyes, perfect full breasts, evenly tanned perfect figure.
"Hello," she said, "I'm Brigitte, I've been following you."
"Oh! I'm Che," I stammered, "I can't believe I've not noticed you."
She laughed and stepped a little closer, droplets of water running in magic rivulets down her body. "How would you like to earn some money?" she asked.
"Well, that depends," I said, "I wouldn't do anything illegal."
I could feel Little Che vying for attention, like a little boy in class who knows the answer and is trying to attract the teacher: "Oooh oooh, Miss, I know, I know". Like a good teacher, I did my best to ignore him.
"We're making a film and my leading man has hurt his back," she said, "I think you'd be perfect for the part." She stepped back under the stream of water, giving Little Che a mischevious glance before looking deep into my eyes, "Yes, you'd be perfect."
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So that's how I found myself a few hours later, with my punky hair and rough clothes, lying on the floor with Brigitte stood, straddling me in a tight shirt and mini skirt, pointing a gun at me and saying:
"So, Punk. Do you feel lucky?" I nodded and her face widened into a lascivious grin. "OK, get up and lean against that wall, spreadeagled. I need to frisk you." I 'assumed the position' and she proceeded to frisk me very thoroughly, somehow managing to rub up against me an awful lot.
"I'm not satisfied, you're holding out against me; I'm going to have to conduct a strip search" Is it usual for the cop to strip first? I didn't think so, but I wasn't going to argue, she was the one in charge.
"So that's why they call you Dirty Harriet," I moaned as her intimate physical examination forced me to yield my secrets all over her face and breasts.
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Prizes if you see where the fiction starts and the truth ends.
( , Wed 23 Jul 2008, 14:45, 7 replies)
I was staying at the 'Sleep-in' in Amsterdam - a very unofficial hostel. It was 1984 and I was 21. By day, I'd wander the city streets and squares and sit listening to buskers between coffeeshop visits; by night, I'd sit around the Sleep-in bar, rolling and smoking championship quality joints as the clock slowly unwound.
On my third morning, I rose at the crack of noon and wandered into the showers - they were open-plan, like school changing rooms. Oh, and uni-sex.
I put down my towel, took off my baggy t-shirt, stepped out of my Naxos sandals and dropped my loose fitting 501s. Then, with a bar of soap, walked to a nearby shower, turned the taps and shut my eyes as the water cascaded over my tanned skin. As I opened my eyes to find the soap, I noticed a girl wearing a thin cotton dress was slowly unbuttoning it not ten feet away. She was naked underneath, and she smiled at me as she lay it on the bench and walked to a shower jet close by.
She was stunning: blonde wavy hair, blue eyes, perfect full breasts, evenly tanned perfect figure.
"Hello," she said, "I'm Brigitte, I've been following you."
"Oh! I'm Che," I stammered, "I can't believe I've not noticed you."
She laughed and stepped a little closer, droplets of water running in magic rivulets down her body. "How would you like to earn some money?" she asked.
"Well, that depends," I said, "I wouldn't do anything illegal."
I could feel Little Che vying for attention, like a little boy in class who knows the answer and is trying to attract the teacher: "Oooh oooh, Miss, I know, I know". Like a good teacher, I did my best to ignore him.
"We're making a film and my leading man has hurt his back," she said, "I think you'd be perfect for the part." She stepped back under the stream of water, giving Little Che a mischevious glance before looking deep into my eyes, "Yes, you'd be perfect."
-------------------------------------------
So that's how I found myself a few hours later, with my punky hair and rough clothes, lying on the floor with Brigitte stood, straddling me in a tight shirt and mini skirt, pointing a gun at me and saying:
"So, Punk. Do you feel lucky?" I nodded and her face widened into a lascivious grin. "OK, get up and lean against that wall, spreadeagled. I need to frisk you." I 'assumed the position' and she proceeded to frisk me very thoroughly, somehow managing to rub up against me an awful lot.
"I'm not satisfied, you're holding out against me; I'm going to have to conduct a strip search" Is it usual for the cop to strip first? I didn't think so, but I wasn't going to argue, she was the one in charge.
"So that's why they call you Dirty Harriet," I moaned as her intimate physical examination forced me to yield my secrets all over her face and breasts.
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Prizes if you see where the fiction starts and the truth ends.
( , Wed 23 Jul 2008, 14:45, 7 replies)
"Prizes if you see where the fiction starts and the truth ends."
I'm guessing somewhere around "I was...".
( , Wed 23 Jul 2008, 14:53, closed)
I'm guessing somewhere around "I was...".
( , Wed 23 Jul 2008, 14:53, closed)
Well, I guess you've been to Amsterdam.
Probably even in 1984...
( , Wed 23 Jul 2008, 15:59, closed)
Probably even in 1984...
( , Wed 23 Jul 2008, 15:59, closed)
Mr Grimsdale!
I'm shocked. Thoroughly shocked.
Mainly because you were so gentle with us!
Come on, you can give us a bit more than that....
;)
Don't let Frankspencer and Stiff Richard hog the porn!
( , Wed 23 Jul 2008, 19:27, closed)
I'm shocked. Thoroughly shocked.
Mainly because you were so gentle with us!
Come on, you can give us a bit more than that....
;)
Don't let Frankspencer and Stiff Richard hog the porn!
( , Wed 23 Jul 2008, 19:27, closed)
I don't even think you've been to Amsterdam.
I think it was Amersham and you got confused.
( , Wed 23 Jul 2008, 19:34, closed)
I think it was Amersham and you got confused.
( , Wed 23 Jul 2008, 19:34, closed)
No prizes so far
If it gets really 'Thursday' today, I may come clean (so to speak)
( , Thu 24 Jul 2008, 9:37, closed)
If it gets really 'Thursday' today, I may come clean (so to speak)
( , Thu 24 Jul 2008, 9:37, closed)
Unisex shower rooms
do indeed exist in some Dutch hostels.
So I think the fiction starts after the second paragraph.
( , Thu 24 Jul 2008, 11:10, closed)
do indeed exist in some Dutch hostels.
So I think the fiction starts after the second paragraph.
( , Thu 24 Jul 2008, 11:10, closed)
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