Last night
my mum walked in on me right whilst I was 'going to Dunstable'. Oh man, I could have died from embarrassment.

Do you have a 'going to Dunstable' anecdote with which to regale the board? Best story wins a weekend in Dunstable with Wet Ham Man.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 9:42, 33 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

I once walked in on a female housemate who was going to Dunstable in the downstairs toilet
it fucking stank I can tell you
( Colonel Dracula Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 9:44, Reply)

Errrrr - how revolting

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 9:44, Reply)

She was mortified

( Colonel Dracula Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 9:46, Reply)

I should think so!

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 9:46, Reply)

She was a posh bird from Wimbledon
yet she dumped like a trooper
( Colonel Dracula Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 9:47, Reply)

Was it her that blocked the drains on our street then?

(LongJohnBaldry, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 9:54, Reply)

Most probably
dirty cow
( Colonel Dracula Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 10:23, Reply)

My Uncle used to take me to Dunstable

:(
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 9:44, Reply)

I hope you told an adult
your parents, a teacher, a policeman, someone like that
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 9:47, Reply)

I told my friend Garry

he was less than helpful
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 9:49, Reply)

that bastard
you shoulda slapped his bitch ass raw
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 10:00, Reply)

should have
taken the muthafucka to Dunstable, yo.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 10:03, Reply)

I don't even know where Dunstable is.

( girlinthehole, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 9:47, Reply)

no wonder you can't keep a man ;-)

( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 9:47, Reply)

Keep one?
I can't even get one.
( girlinthehole, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 9:51, Reply)

here
maps.google.co.uk/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=retard&sll=53.800651,-4.064941&sspn=12.896204,28.168945&ie=UTF8&hq=retard&hnear=&ll=49.070267,2.285156&spn=1.694972,3.521118&z=8&iwloc=A
(PsychoChomp, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 9:51, Reply)

Brilliant

( Peej, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 10:16, Reply)

Just to the left of Luton.

( Bartleby A dead man on vacation, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 9:55, Reply)

My so called friend, lets call him Bob, for that was his name.
Threw my brand new mobile phone (which I got imported by a supplier in Hong Kong and was very expensive) into a bottle bank after a serious drug session.
Needless to say I kicked off, but that didn't solve the problem of the phone in the bottle bank. So I looked in to it to see if I could find my phone but I couldn't. I squeezed my large head into the dark opening, unfortunately it was just too big and my head became stuck.
That was my first mistake.
Bob was now conscious again and ran off to get help, unfortunately while he was away...

I got taken to Dunstable.

cheers
(PsychoChomp, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 9:49, Reply)

I really like this.

cheers
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 9:55, Reply)

you'll like it better now I've corrected 4 spelling mistakes.

(PsychoChomp, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 9:59, Reply)

I was going to move to Dunstable,
but decided to stay hetrosexual.
( Bartleby A dead man on vacation, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 9:58, Reply)

1965 Detroit.
Berry Gordy nearly lost the rising star of the Motown stable - Smokey Robinson - after suggesting he changed the lyrics of his hit single 'Going to a go-go' for the British market.
(Tugnut Ex of this parish, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 10:09, Reply)

It had been on my mind for some time,
"Going to Dunstable."
It's not something I'd ever really thought about, until I saw it mentioned on one of those titillatory television documentaries about the strange things some people do to get themselves off. And it was only after some creepy middle-aged man described it, and how much he enjoyed it, that I started to consider it. Going to Dunstable.

Going to Dunstable? The more I thought about it, the more it seemed to excite me. By the end of this so-called documentary I was tenting harder than a pubescent scout camp. No sexual partner had ever really satisfied me properly before, and hell, Mittens would never feel the same again even if the vet did manage to fix her up. Perhaps this strange practice was the key, the turn-on that I needed.

I decided. It was time for me to go to Dunstable.

And this was how I found myself, on a bitterly cold and drizzly night, in some godforsaken spot amongst the trees and brambles behind the golf course on Wimbledon Common, waiting for a stranger. A stranger who also wanted to go to Dunstable.

Headlights flashed by every so often, just in the distance, dimly illuminating my nervous, sweating figure. Every car that passed, I wondered, could they see me? Would the anonymous drivers notice the shadowy form of that sick, perverted individual who was waiting to go to Dunstable?

I heard twigs snap. I drew in breath sharply, willing myself not to turn around sharply for fear of being spotted. There was only one person I was waiting for; I didn't want to meet another soul because I knew if I did, I'd lose my nerve immediately.

There's only one thing worse than a man that goes to Dunstable, and that's being the man that set out and failed to go to Dunstable.

More twigs snapping. Whoever it was, they were drawing closer. Had they seen me? Was it him? Was it my anonymous date? Could it be anybody else? Why the fuck would anybody else be here in the middle of the night?

More twigs. My blackened heart thumped in my chest like a blacksmith's hammer and as much as I tried to keep my breathing under control I still choked up like a prom queen having an allergic reaction to her boyfriend's semen. I screwed up my eyes just to make the darkness seem darker. He won't find me, he'll pass by, he'll pass by, he'll pass by, I can't do it, I'm giving up, just don't find me, walk on past me and I won't go to Dunstable.

I nearly jumped out of my rain-sodden clothes when a firm hand clapped down on my shoulder.
"Good evening, sir. Do you mind if I ask what you're doing on the common this late at night?"
Choking again. Panicking. What could I say?
"Y-yes officer...I...I was...just...on my way to Dunstable."
(LongJohnBaldry, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 10:09, Reply)

Magnificent.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 10:12, Reply)

Haha!

( girlinthehole, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 10:14, Reply)

Oh man!

( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 10:20, Reply)

I was "going to Dunstable" with a blonde about two years younger than me
It turned out that we were brother and sister.
( Peej, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 10:15, Reply)

Wanking, horse porn, fisting, dead best mate, Dunstable

/Hanky ac
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 10:17, Reply)

This is what to expect if you go to Dunstable
www.plentyoffish.com/personals/24515onlinedating11.htm
( Bartleby A dead man on vacation, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 10:29, Reply)

Pfft!
I bet they get more action than me.
( girlinthehole, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 10:37, Reply)

Thank Goodness
I am not on that one!
(Purpledoris I've got afeckin' job, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 10:45, Reply)

A past girlfriend let me go to Dunstable all over her Coventries
wouldn't let me take her up the Clapham Junction though
( Colonel Dracula Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf, Fri 26 Mar 2010, 10:31, Reply)