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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...
What have you lost over the years?
( , 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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I lost my temper with...
...Richard Branson. Whilst in a pub, he came and sat with my friend and me, quite uninvited, and started boasting about all his money. "You're not Richard Branson," I said, suspiciously. "I am," he answered, looking most hurt. "Oh yeh - then where's your fucking beard?" At this point he became nasty and agressive and rose to his feet. I stood up too and, in light of the fact that a) he was taller than me and b) I am a girl, I decided to get the first punch in. My moment of glory - his surprise coupled with his drunkeness meant that he sailed through the air and landed against the wall. I felt like Superwoman, until the Landlord came over and asked what was going on. I then changed tack and cried a bit, saying that he had tried to touch me up. Richard was hurled bodily from the pub to raucous laughter.
I suspect it wasn't really Richard at all. He always seems quite nice.
( , Tue 7 Dec 2004, 14:00, Reply)
...Richard Branson. Whilst in a pub, he came and sat with my friend and me, quite uninvited, and started boasting about all his money. "You're not Richard Branson," I said, suspiciously. "I am," he answered, looking most hurt. "Oh yeh - then where's your fucking beard?" At this point he became nasty and agressive and rose to his feet. I stood up too and, in light of the fact that a) he was taller than me and b) I am a girl, I decided to get the first punch in. My moment of glory - his surprise coupled with his drunkeness meant that he sailed through the air and landed against the wall. I felt like Superwoman, until the Landlord came over and asked what was going on. I then changed tack and cried a bit, saying that he had tried to touch me up. Richard was hurled bodily from the pub to raucous laughter.
I suspect it wasn't really Richard at all. He always seems quite nice.
( , Tue 7 Dec 2004, 14:00, Reply)
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