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Trying to impress a new girlfriend, I 'borrowed' my mother's car. Dropping her off in London, I managed to lose the car keys between locking it and reaching the other side of the road. Utter humiliation followed as my mum took the train to London with the spare key...
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( , Fri 3 Dec 2004, 8:01)
Trying to impress a new girlfriend, I 'borrowed' my mother's car. Dropping her off in London, I managed to lose the car keys between locking it and reaching the other side of the road. Utter humiliation followed as my mum took the train to London with the spare key...
What have you lost over the years?
( , Fri 3 Dec 2004, 8:01)
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Windmill, half a leg of blood and my belief in christian charity
Went on sunday school outing to Cromer when I was 6 with my brother Weazal and a whole hoard of godbothering youngsters. After the traditional game of beach rounders I brought a very cool windmill on a stick thing (well I was only 6 it seemed cool to me) refused to let even Weazal have a go with it.
When you're the height of a 6 year old, just before you get out of your depth in the sea, there's a big row of very sharp flintstones and I fell over on it, didn't cry just picked myself up and wandered out, to screaming sunday school assistant who had noticed the stream of blood gushing from my knee, which I then noticed and started screaming and then so did all the rest of the kids.
Ambulance up to local hospital, 5 stitches later back out to group again. windmill? GONE.
They claim I must have lost it on the beach.
Not one of them had the christian charity to buy me a replacement and all the other kids got icecream while I was being literally stitched up.
( , Fri 3 Dec 2004, 18:08, Reply)
Went on sunday school outing to Cromer when I was 6 with my brother Weazal and a whole hoard of godbothering youngsters. After the traditional game of beach rounders I brought a very cool windmill on a stick thing (well I was only 6 it seemed cool to me) refused to let even Weazal have a go with it.
When you're the height of a 6 year old, just before you get out of your depth in the sea, there's a big row of very sharp flintstones and I fell over on it, didn't cry just picked myself up and wandered out, to screaming sunday school assistant who had noticed the stream of blood gushing from my knee, which I then noticed and started screaming and then so did all the rest of the kids.
Ambulance up to local hospital, 5 stitches later back out to group again. windmill? GONE.
They claim I must have lost it on the beach.
Not one of them had the christian charity to buy me a replacement and all the other kids got icecream while I was being literally stitched up.
( , Fri 3 Dec 2004, 18:08, Reply)
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