London
On the train to London for the first time, i had a proud moment of being northern, no doubt the ladies would fall for my Lancastrian dialect when i reached my destination...

I got off the train, breathed in the heavy air of the train station and saw the exit... Yes, here i would strut my stuff and impress the locals, i would even develop a semi-swagger to prove that i'm not arsed at the fact that i'm completely alone in the big city.

I walked out onto the street and promptly tripped over the curb as i was texting my mate that i 'had arrived'.. In some sort of mad flail i dove headlong to catch my phone, whilst my legs continued in a kind of half-run, i even caught the phone but spastically juggled it away onto the road causing it to smash and send my battery skidding off into the traffic.

I finally landed after three paces, knuckles first in a sprawl of six foot four inches of lanky limbs and scraggly hair. Right next to three pretty girls.

I vaguely remembering shotuing 'IM FINE!' and then had to dodge traffic to recover the shards of phone, much to the amusement of the girls.

I got a laugh out of them, so it kind of worked out for me... even if it was at my own expense...
(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Thu 21 Jan 2010, 17:21, 2 replies)

What? What's a "kirb"?
Did you mean curb?
(thefuckestuppest cheapened this, on, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 14:41, closed)

yes

(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 15:17, closed)