Shoplifting
When I was young and impressionable and on holiday in France, I followed some friends into a sweet shop and we each stole something. I was so mortified by this, I returned them.
My lack of French hampered this somewhat - they had no idea why the small English boy wanted to add some chews to the open box, and saw it as an attempt by a nasty foreigner oik to contaminate their stock. Not my best day.
What have you lifted?
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 11:13)
When I was young and impressionable and on holiday in France, I followed some friends into a sweet shop and we each stole something. I was so mortified by this, I returned them.
My lack of French hampered this somewhat - they had no idea why the small English boy wanted to add some chews to the open box, and saw it as an attempt by a nasty foreigner oik to contaminate their stock. Not my best day.
What have you lifted?
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 11:13)
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M5 Services at Bridgewater
Summer 2004, and we're off for a week in a lovely cottage in Cornwall, just outside Mevagissey. (And it was great.)
Halfway down there, we stop at the M5 services at Bridgewater, southbound. We get a sandwich for me, same again for Mrs FPKK which she'll share with young Thomas, and a trio of drinks. That's all.
The two sandwiches go through, and the till's reading a tenner already. Two drinks take it to about fifteen quid, so I simply put the third drink on the 'paid' tray, and the counter slave doesn't notice. If you think I'm paying for three drinks after such extortionate prices, think again.
The revenge was short lived; by the time we'd got past Plymouth, the sandwich Thom & his mum shared was making him throw up. Nice one, you unhygenic bastards. Thomas spent the next year convinced he had travel sickness because of that you wankers.
I hope & pray for Bridgewater services to have a massive gas explosion or something, to wipe it off the face of the earth. Grr.
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 13:01, 6 replies)
Summer 2004, and we're off for a week in a lovely cottage in Cornwall, just outside Mevagissey. (And it was great.)
Halfway down there, we stop at the M5 services at Bridgewater, southbound. We get a sandwich for me, same again for Mrs FPKK which she'll share with young Thomas, and a trio of drinks. That's all.
The two sandwiches go through, and the till's reading a tenner already. Two drinks take it to about fifteen quid, so I simply put the third drink on the 'paid' tray, and the counter slave doesn't notice. If you think I'm paying for three drinks after such extortionate prices, think again.
The revenge was short lived; by the time we'd got past Plymouth, the sandwich Thom & his mum shared was making him throw up. Nice one, you unhygenic bastards. Thomas spent the next year convinced he had travel sickness because of that you wankers.
I hope & pray for Bridgewater services to have a massive gas explosion or something, to wipe it off the face of the earth. Grr.
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 13:01, 6 replies)
an explosion
that took out the whole of Bridgwater would be best. the place is a smelly shithole full of inbreds.
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 13:45, closed)
that took out the whole of Bridgwater would be best. the place is a smelly shithole full of inbreds.
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 13:45, closed)
Oneinthe pink
I think you will find its spelt "yokel", dear chap. Pedantry back atcha.
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 15:13, closed)
I think you will find its spelt "yokel", dear chap. Pedantry back atcha.
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 15:13, closed)
Bridgwater services...
...look like they're used by the Royal Marines to practice urban warfare.
God, it's a grim place.
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 15:55, closed)
...look like they're used by the Royal Marines to practice urban warfare.
God, it's a grim place.
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 15:55, closed)
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