Tall bloke
On a stag do in brighton, we had tickets for a huge 'superclub' type shithole. It seemed to be entirely populated by stag and hen groups. It was without doubt, the worst, and possibly greatest place I've ever seen.

Anyway, as this was our starting venue, and we were due for more gentlemanly pleasures later, and we need to meet up later, being the organised, as we went in I suggested that we all meet somewhere in 2 hours time as we'd all get separated.

I spotted a random tall guy, easily 6'7, and suggested that we all meet at the Tall Bloke, at midnight precisely.

Just before midnight I headed for the main entrance. As I walked up the stairs, who did I spot - but the tall bloke. Rather brilliantly, he appeared to be leaving, but was waiting for his mate. He stood near the door looking back in to the building. I stood next to him, slightly awkwardly, but I just smiled. About 5 minutes later, my friends came around, spotted me next to the long lad, and we formed a queue. The guy never twigged but when the stag finally emerged from the smoke, and saw us all patiently waiting next to him, he pissed himself laughing.
( I have run out of coke is a little sweaty, Thu 12 Feb 2009, 15:23, Reply)