what happens down under stays down under
As a wee nipper of roughly 8 years of age I emigrated to australia for 6 months with my mum leaving our home, family & friends behind.

My best friend who we shall call Jay for tis his name went to a different primary school to me and prior to my departure his mother had commented to me how excited he had been about my trip and how he'd been telling his school friends all about it.

Fast forward 3 years and let me set the scene, its the first day of secondary school and there's lots of scary new people to talk to so you have an awful lot of 'hi my name is happysnapper what's your name?' going on about the place.

So imagine my suprise when in the middle of one such conversation when my newfound chum adopts a puzzled look on his face and says 'wait, happysnapper? That can't be right you're dead'

Turns out my BEST mate had enjoyed telling everyone about my antipodean exploits so much he went on to tell them I had been eaten by a shark whilst swimming off the great barrier reef and apparently was inconsolable for weeks after.

Can't wait till he gets married cos that ones going in the best man speech.

Length? Up to about 30 feet if it was a great white.
( HatBeard, Sun 2 Dec 2007, 7:05, 1 reply)

Dead again
I once walked into a pub to be met with a screech of "Fucking hell, I thought you were dead!"

She'd been abroad for years and had been told about the death of a mutual friend, who I shared a first name with, and thought that it was me who'd died in a car crash.
(Fanta Menace Is tall enough to see over the fence, Sun 2 Dec 2007, 16:57, closed)