May have been my imagination, but.....
Many billions of years ago when I was but a mere twenty year old, me, the ex and a couple of friends went to see questionable funnyman Roy "Chubby" Brown at the S.E.C.C. in Glasgow. I know, I know, but sometimes you can't beat a bit of toilet humour. Anyway, I remember at the time I had no I.D. and was a bit worried about not being allowed in.... when we got in there, a few of the security guards were staring at me and I saw one mouth the words "No fucking way he's eighteen" (it might be relevant to say I got asked for I.D. buying lager in Asda last weekend.... I'm now 31. I was quite relieved, it hasn't happened for almost a year and I was worrying I'd started to look my age.... but I digress) but despite this, I settled in my seat and enjoyed the show. It was amusing in a "My wife's so fat" kind of way.

A couple of years later, I'm with the then Missus strolling along a little street in Tenerife. You know the type of place, wall to wall little cafe's doing english breakfasts with Only Fools and Horses on the television. As we wandered along the road I saw, from the corner of my eye, something that looked very much like me staring out from one of the televisions. I swung my head round, but the face had gone, only to be replaced with good old Chubbs tearing into his missus' cooking on stage.

So there we are. I might be in the audience on a Chubby Brown DVD, but I don't know for sure.

I suppose it's quite ironic, my missus couldn't cook either.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Thu 11 Jun 2009, 16:17, 2 replies)

Haha!
Just....what can I say about this.
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Thu 11 Jun 2009, 16:23, closed)

I know
bit tenuous :P But I haven't been able to write a decent answer for weeks I'm desperate :P
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Thu 11 Jun 2009, 17:46, closed)