I'm a git
1) at about 4 years old I was obviously becoming aware that there were people in the world who had skin a different colour to mine (i.e. caucasian) and had been pressing my Mum for an explanation as to how this was so. One day when queuing in the local butcher's shop an old lady of afro-carribean descent walked in and I said very loudly "Look Mum, there's one of them". Me poor mother was mortified and hastily explained to all and sundry that the lad wasn't growing up in a racist household. Thankfully the old lady took it all in good grace.

2) I was on the organising committee for "Rag Week" during sixth form and the fund-raising for our chosen charity, Greenpeace, had gone reasonably well. Me and a couple of other lads who led me astray in all manner of ways decided we would reward ourselves for all our hard work by going down the high street with collecting tins and then spending whatever we 'raised'. We managed about 130 quid as I remember from which I bought myself an England football shirt and the rest we spent in the boozer at the end of the high street getting right-royally sh!t-faced with a bag full of empty collecting tins at our feet. Not proud - sorry Greenpeace and sorry generous donors. Feel better for confessing though.
(You'll never take me alive copper, Fri 25 Nov 2005, 3:53, Reply)