Foam party...
I've been told I look like Dennis Wise and used to get harassed about it during his Chelsea years.

But, the foam party. First ever holiday sans parents, in Tenerife with 11 other mates from school. One of the organised events was a foam party.

After much alcohol consumption the foam finally starts and my buddies and I start getting into the spirit of it. Jumping around getting soapy. Not much later I'm bopping around topless and covered in foam having lost everyone else, when I spy my friend Kozzi shouting at the foam cannon operators. He was also covered in foam and topless so I bound over and with a cheeky laugh rub bellies (sp?) with him.

The look on the other guy's face instantly conveyed that it most certainly wasn't my mate and the ensuing conversation went thus:

Dr_F: "You're not Kozzi."
Random Stranger: "No."
Dr_F: "Sorry."
*thinks* "fuck."

Just how do you leave with dignity after that?

Length? It was hidden in the foam.
(Dr_Faustus filius of a femina canis, Thu 31 May 2007, 17:26, Reply)