Showing off....
I was in a penpal thing in Kerrang! in 1996, and I ended up going to meet a girl in Washington, Tyne-and-Wear. My Dad dropped me off as he had business in Newcastle. She was called Sarah, and she was pretty and fun to talk to. We were gannin' doon tha' shops with some of her mates, and we walked through an underpass, where all the girls jumped and slapped an overhead light on the way through.

Eager to impress, I jumped, and punched it with all the strength I could muster. Everyone laughed at the Lancashire lad and we went on with our day. My Dad picked me up, I went home, and the next day my hand was around twice it's usual size. I went to hospital to find I had smashed the outside of my right hand and had to have a cast for about five months.

I don't really have a knuckle on the little finger of my right hand any more.

I didn't even get a kiss.
(V3lvetPresley, Thu 28 Nov 2013, 15:34, 1 reply)

You sir are a disgrace to Lancashire!
I shall be writing to the Lord Lieutenant regarding this incident, charge trying to say that Lancastrians are soft. I suspect you will be hanged at Lancaster Castle. Good day.
( d.r._and_quinch when will you be famous?, Fri 29 Nov 2013, 10:07, closed)