Going Too FarEver had one of your mates go too far? Back when I was a teenager I went to stay with a friend in the country. We took his dog for a walk in some woods - which was fun.
We came across a breeding pen for the local pheasant shoot - which was interesting.
But then my friend broke into the cages, grabbed a pheasant, strangled it and proceeded to throw it around, only managing to rescue it from his dog's jaws seconds before a gamekeeper turned up to see what the hell was going on. Now, that was a bit too far...
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chthonic, Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
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Walking on the beaches, looking at the peachesBack to the beaches of Nice and our little band of people, having fun being young. One of our group was a nice lad from South London (I didn’t hold this against him, honest), let’s call him Alex Tortellini (as I can’t remember his surname, but was Italian). Anyway, young Alex got off with an American bird one night and was more than a little boastful…until a day or two later when he noticed a rash on his little gentleman. Ah me.
Poor Alex was in quite a lather but the ‘old man’ of the group, Pete – who must have been all of 27 or 28 and had been around the block a few times – told him it was probably just thrush. Now this was interesting to most of us who had never heard of it, but Pete assured us that it was nothing to worry about, a doctor could give him some cream for it and it would all be OK in quick time. So, off went Alex to the local doctor, got the cream, rubbed it in (cautiously at first, then more and more vigorously), and the thrush departed, though the oh-so witty gibes continued un-abated.
“Get on with it Che, you loquacious bugger you!” I hear you moan. OK, OK, what was going too far was sending a postcard to Alex at his folks’ address, addressed to Alex Thrush-Dick Tortellini when we knew it would arrive long before he got home.
(, Tue 14 Nov 2006, 14:09, Reply)
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