MuggedYour Ginger Fuhrer was telling me the other night about going out in Birmingham after finishing a shift working in a bar. Very drunk, still dressed in his bar uniform, our fearless leader was mugged.
They stole his green stick-on bow tie.
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chthonic, Thu 15 Jun 2006, 14:58)
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Give me that Cadbury's Creme EggI was walking back from the recent Poetry World Cup rather pleased with myself. I was representing The Ivory Coast and I had safely negotiated the opening stages with some cheeky word-play and the skillful rhyming of "cabbage" and "babbage".
Anyway, I had felt rather peckish and delved into my 'man's bag' and produced a Cadbury's Creme Egg (it wasn't even Easter!) and begun to eat it. At this point a scallywag who I imagine had AIDS and one of those 'outie' belly buttons blocks my path. "you chuffer." He anounces. "I hate you. Give us that chocolate treat or I'll touch you with my infected fingers".
Well, I was astounded and did the only thing that came into my head - I challenged him to a street-dance competition. This went on for hours and a crowd gathered. In the end, I conceded and we nodded our heads in mutual respect and went our seperate ways. I often think about that agile young urchin and his high-kicking style. Perhaps one day we'll meet again and end up starting our own private detective agency.
(, Sat 17 Jun 2006, 9:45, Reply)
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