America!
I work in IT, and have, in the past, been a contractor. There have been good times, there have been lean times. Summer 2005 was Pretty Good. A couple of mates were due to go over to the USA to (of all things) DJ at a club in San Francisco, and a bunch of other people decided to come along for the trip. Cheap flights in November, and crashing on people's floors.

I have a mate called Chris. He's a lovely bloke, but has been through some arduous times; a messy end to a relationship amongst others. I won't detail but a nice, good, solid chap on hard times.

I, on the other hand, was doing pretty well. Chris & I got pissed up one night, and I told him I'd pay his way to the States; he's a good DJ, by the way. He assumed this was Drunk Talk, as you would.

Two weeks later I phoned him up and asked him what his passport number was, and long story short I bought his flight & insurances - and never told my wife, she'd have gone nuts. I earned it, and since I paid all the bills, everyone's properly fed/clothed/watered with nothing lacking and this is my spare so it's mine to play with, that's my opinion.

He had a gerat time, and paddled in he Pacific. We destroyed the club with a brutal D&B set, when they wanted it kept to 132bpm. (Lightweights.) It was a Victory, we all had a great time, and it is unmentioned between us since; there's no weight at all behind it.

This isn't a 'big me' post, but I'm proud that I brought some light into a mate's life that was a touch too grey.
( Fathter Puddytat Kill Kill dat widdle boid is mine on, Wed 8 Oct 2008, 17:04, Reply)