It's Not What It Looks Like!Cawl wrote two years ago, "People seem to have a knack for walking in at just the wrong time:
"Well, my clothes got wet, so did his... Yes, officer, huddling together to conserve body heat... Yes officer, he's five... No Officer... I'm not his Dad."
What have you done that, in retrospect, you'd really rather nobody had seen, mostly as things just get worse the more you try to explain it?
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chthonic, Thu 9 Dec 2010, 21:56)
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Cradle snatching?I've mentioned Lindsay, the Kiwi bloke whose Land Rover was stolen from outside a shipping agent's office as he bought it a ticket to the Shaky Isles. Here's another of his adventures.
We were working on a construction site miles from anywhere but still this side of the black stump and there was a married worker's caravan camp. Lindsay wasn't long married. His wife Rae joined him from NZ two months after he arrived since he had to get a caravan and place to live first. That was only a few weeks before I arrived on the site.
Rae looked about 16. She was petite, slim, came from the southernmost part of the South Island so had never got a lot of sun, had very short hair. Tongues started to wag. Eventually the site manager "spoke to him". So he produced a marriage certificate. She was 24.
(, Sat 11 Dec 2010, 7:39, Reply)
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