King of the world!
One dull, wintery Thursday night, I visited a good friend of mine in Camden for, earlier that day, she had informed me that she had a litre of Smirnoff and a couple of grammes of Colombia's finest.

We dispatched said products in swift fashion and headed out into he night, to see what trouble we could muster.

In the first drinking establishment we graced with our presence, my mate proceded to tell me (and anyone within earshot) how her girlfriend had made her watch Titanic the night before and how she nearly vomitted at the "King of the world!" bit. And so the catchphrase for the night was spawned.

Later that night, once we had informed half of Soho that I was, in fact, the king of the world (why are these things so funny when you are twatted?), we found ourselves in a trendy wine bar affair that was full of respectable theatre-going types.

And so the dare came about:
She dared me to stand on a table, drop my trousers and shout "I'm the king of the world!"

And in my wasted state, I did it.

I tried to make a run for it as the staff came out from behind the bar, only to be tripped by my trousers, which were still around my ankles, performing what can only be described as a "graceful plumet" to the floor of the bar.

After a brief scuffle, I was forceably ejected and avowed never to return. Upon relocating my partner in crime, I discovered she had stolen two bottles of fairly expensive champagne (she was as Scouse as I am, you see), which were consumed as we giggled our way around the local sex-shops.

Length? After class-A's on a cold night? It was an innie, not an outie!
(ScousersPet, Mon 5 Nov 2007, 15:54, 1 reply)

im from yorkshire
but now reside in mancland. i dont like mancs they're twats, but do like scousers. we do the "king of the world" thing, but pissing off mt 6th floor balcony. scousers and yorkies are good nickers ;)
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Tue 6 Nov 2007, 17:36, closed)