GOSH. Sorry,
On my very last day of my last job, I got taken out for a liquid lunch.

After stopping for cigarettes I was wandering back to the office on my own when someone stopped me and asked me for directions to Great Ormond Street Children’s hospital.

The face looked vaguely familiar and I suddenly realised it was the actor Mark Addy (fat bloke from The Full Monty, Viva Rock Vega and stuff).

Now, I don’t know why really, but he has always annoyed me. (possibly because of Viva Rock Vegas actually) so in my slightly white wine influenced state instead of directing him to the hospital, I sent him off in the other way by describing the route to The British Museum and off he went, getting further and further away from where he was aiming.

Then I went back to the office, packed up my stuff and we all went to the pub to get on with my leaving do proper.

At some point in the evening I thought to tell a friend about what I had done to Mark Addy.

And they pointed out that he could have a sick child or relative in Great Ormond Street. Or he could have been a patron turning up for a charity thing. Or he could have been going to allow the sick kids to meet Fred Flinstone.

And, basically, that I was a cunt.

I could do nothing other than agree.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Thu 11 Dec 2008, 13:41, 3 replies)

An early contender
for the win I feel.
(Bazongaloid, Thu 11 Dec 2008, 13:51, closed)

I wouldn't worry
If his sick child was in Great Ormond Street hospital and he had to ask directions to go and visit them, that means he's the one going to the hot place.
(roszser, Thu 11 Dec 2008, 20:48, closed)

This is
a very good point
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Fri 12 Dec 2008, 10:19, closed)