Apparently I'm a sex offenderI 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?
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rob, Thu 17 Aug 2006, 22:20)
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ArthogSo.. as many aspiring adults my age will remember, 3rd year at Primary School had one singular highlight (next to visiting Bulmer's cider factory in Hereford of course, probably the sole reason I've been so fixated with Strongbow all my life!) - this highlight was the action-packed, fun-filled activity week that was Arthog, in Wales! Yey.
Twas a right barrel of laughs: thrashing the other school there at footie, observing first hand one poor chap from said other school catching his knackers on his bunk bed ladders and spending the rest of the week in casualty.. and even talk of one of the fit blondes from my school getting her kit off and legging it round the corridors in the buff!! ACE!
But that's not the reason for this post. Oh no. The reason lies in our daily communal showers. Somehow, even at the tender age of 10, we found the idea of showering naked together somewhat.. wrong. No explanation needed really. It just fucking is, whatever your age.
Not so, thought our PE teacher Mr Bevan who clearly thought we weren't proper 'men' by showering in our swimming trunks. And took it upon himself to taunt, ney, HECKLE us for our wussie stance. So, under pressure to proove how grown-up and tough we were, we took off our trunks and showered like grown-up boys. Only boys who grew a little disconcerted about the lingering eyes of our PE teacher disturbingly proud of the boys in his care.
Not a word was spoken about this after the trip, although one other chap I bumped into years later still to this day remembers the moment vividly.
Scarred? Probably.
(, Tue 22 Aug 2006, 23:16, Reply)
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