I have a classic here..
This was a while ago. Back in my 16th year I was off for a few weeks on a martial arts summer school thing. Camping in a field behind a pub, spending my days beating up people and my nights running riot pretending I was older than 16, you all know the score!

Either way, I'd made friends with a really cool Aussie in his early twenties whom we shall call Adrian, for that was his name and to buggery with it if he finds out I wrote this!

So, one day Adrian's flipflop broke. So after practice while we were all milling about like lost penguins in the desert, Adrian announces loudly that he is going into town if anyone wants to go along. Because his thong is broken and he needs to buy some Durex to fix it up.

He then looked dazed and confused at the open mouthed silence eminating from a once vibrant courtyard before someone deigned to put the poor bloke out of his misery and explained. I have never seen an Aussie go so red!

And even now, eight years on, I have this marvellous mental image of a strappingly handome Australian wearing only a small, broken g-string patched together with a (hopefully) unused condom..

Magic!
(darras jeg har en grevling i hodet. Grevling, grevlang, Thu 12 Jun 2008, 13:58, Reply)