Apparently I'm a sex offender
I was once paid £15 to count the amount of people visiting a hairdresser. I stood outside for 3 hours with a clicky counter in my pocket, pressing it every time a person entered. Suddenly there's a copper in front of me, I turn and there's another behind. "What are you up to sunshine?" "A rival hairdresser wants to count the competition" "Well, there's been a call from the shop owner that there's a ginger bloke standing outside fiddling with his cock." Have you ever done anything that made strangers think you were a pervert?
( , Thu 17 Aug 2006, 22:20)
I was once paid £15 to count the amount of people visiting a hairdresser. I stood outside for 3 hours with a clicky counter in my pocket, pressing it every time a person entered. Suddenly there's a copper in front of me, I turn and there's another behind. "What are you up to sunshine?" "A rival hairdresser wants to count the competition" "Well, there's been a call from the shop owner that there's a ginger bloke standing outside fiddling with his cock." Have you ever done anything that made strangers think you were a pervert?
( , Thu 17 Aug 2006, 22:20)
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S Club Seven?
A few years ago me and a mate journeyed all the way to the big smoke of London to see a Slipknot gig. I had booked the hotel right next to the arena and so felt quite smug in my amazing trip planning skills... until I learned of the fact that there is Wembley Arena(where the hotel was) and the London Arena (tother side of London completely). "Not a problem" we think as it will give us a chance to fuck about on the tube for a couple of hours on the way there.
So we leave our hotel at about 5 to get to the gig around 7:30ish (not knowing how long exactly it will take to traverse the city). As we are leaving the hotel the S club Seven Matinee show is finishing and about 50,000 kids and parents are leaving Wembley arena. We could see that we were on a collision course with them so decided to have a bit of fun.
Cue me and my mate dressed in Leather, studs, collars, bondage pants and mesh trying to carry off conversations about S club without breaking into fits of laughter. We got some very stern and worrying looks off the parents. especially the ones that were on the tube with us all the way from Wembley to the Docklands.
Its possibly worth mentioning that Im about 6'3"(in my boots) and look a bit like The Kurgen from Highlander.
( , Mon 21 Aug 2006, 14:02, Reply)
A few years ago me and a mate journeyed all the way to the big smoke of London to see a Slipknot gig. I had booked the hotel right next to the arena and so felt quite smug in my amazing trip planning skills... until I learned of the fact that there is Wembley Arena(where the hotel was) and the London Arena (tother side of London completely). "Not a problem" we think as it will give us a chance to fuck about on the tube for a couple of hours on the way there.
So we leave our hotel at about 5 to get to the gig around 7:30ish (not knowing how long exactly it will take to traverse the city). As we are leaving the hotel the S club Seven Matinee show is finishing and about 50,000 kids and parents are leaving Wembley arena. We could see that we were on a collision course with them so decided to have a bit of fun.
Cue me and my mate dressed in Leather, studs, collars, bondage pants and mesh trying to carry off conversations about S club without breaking into fits of laughter. We got some very stern and worrying looks off the parents. especially the ones that were on the tube with us all the way from Wembley to the Docklands.
Its possibly worth mentioning that Im about 6'3"(in my boots) and look a bit like The Kurgen from Highlander.
( , Mon 21 Aug 2006, 14:02, Reply)
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