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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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It was fucking horrendous. 1989 was a hot summer and by 4pm the meat wasn't quite frozen enough. It stank. I had to wheel huge bins of frozen meat from storage to a ghastly peasant who sawed the lumps into chops.
However it paid for me to go to the Treworgey Tree Fayre - the Woodstock of the 80s (c) my mate Bonz, so it was well worth it.
The best was clearing out a Winchester College boarding house after the end of term, because
a) loads of the students were incredibly rich and/or foreign and thus when they left school simply abandoned good quality stereos, Walkmans etc. and
b) the housemaster was an alkie, and one of his pupils was a Foster as in the beer, who'd got into terrible trouble and had effectively bought his way out of the shit with dozens of slabs of beer which the man let us help ourselves to. Finishing work at noon each day, pissed up and laden with televisions etc, AND the money to buy MDs, was superb, even if the beer was bent.
(, Wed 4 May 2011, 15:38, 2 replies, latest was 15 years ago)
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One 5th former gave me a pair of oakleys and a bandolier of throwing knives for going to clifton village and buying him fags (ciggies, not benders)
(, Wed 4 May 2011, 15:43, Reply)
Sai, nunchucks, throwing knives, batons, everything. Plus fake cds and watches it was ace.
(, Wed 4 May 2011, 15:46, Reply)
for being able to see through the slits in their burka masks.
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