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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Small Dog Buggery
Back in the day me and the then missus owned a Chihuahua (blame her, not me). We also lived in a nice 2 floored place in luvverly Peckham. Right next to the bus stop, and our living room had a big picture window on the same level as the top deck of a double decker bus.
Anyways, I worked freelance from home a lot then and I was in the habit of rising late and wandering downstairs in the buff to make a cup of tea before pootling back upstairs to have a shower.
One fateful day, the missus had not only got up early but opened the curtains as it was a nice day outside. I get halfway down the stairs and realise the chihuahua's in his basket upstairs and probably wants some breakfast, so I grab him and wander through the living room.
Only to be confronted by a shocked top deck of a double decker bus full of pensioners and moms.
Who are obviously quite shocked at the site of a naked well built young man with shaved head and goatee and carrying a small dog under one arm.
Spent the whole day waiting for the knock at the door.
One day I'll tell you story about buying a pot of vaseline while carrying him in Superdrug. Got some funny looks there, too. Good job I wasn't buying a roll of tape as well.
( , Tue 22 Aug 2006, 15:20, Reply)
Back in the day me and the then missus owned a Chihuahua (blame her, not me). We also lived in a nice 2 floored place in luvverly Peckham. Right next to the bus stop, and our living room had a big picture window on the same level as the top deck of a double decker bus.
Anyways, I worked freelance from home a lot then and I was in the habit of rising late and wandering downstairs in the buff to make a cup of tea before pootling back upstairs to have a shower.
One fateful day, the missus had not only got up early but opened the curtains as it was a nice day outside. I get halfway down the stairs and realise the chihuahua's in his basket upstairs and probably wants some breakfast, so I grab him and wander through the living room.
Only to be confronted by a shocked top deck of a double decker bus full of pensioners and moms.
Who are obviously quite shocked at the site of a naked well built young man with shaved head and goatee and carrying a small dog under one arm.
Spent the whole day waiting for the knock at the door.
One day I'll tell you story about buying a pot of vaseline while carrying him in Superdrug. Got some funny looks there, too. Good job I wasn't buying a roll of tape as well.
( , Tue 22 Aug 2006, 15:20, Reply)
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