Scarred for life
I was at childs birthday party for some relative of an ex girlfriend , you know the affair cake, jelly, bouncy castle. Well it was in this massive house with quite a few original features left in grand doorways oak floorboards and a really nice but decommissioned fireplace. Well the birthday boy ( a runty little spoilt sod who i shall call Malcom) had been eating his cake under the unlit fireplace and had somehow managed to untie his birthday balloon from his wrist and let it float up the chimney getting stuck about nine feet up.

I being the great guy i obviously am decided to bring the Steve Mcqueen-esk balloon back into the bawling Malcoms arms using nought but a long broom, a maglite and a tall stool.
After serveral minutes of poking around all the children including the now placated Malcom got bored and buggered off to play something.
I gave the brush a final lunge up the chimney to try and at least get behind the balloon in doing so i managed to pop it and dislodge lots of old newspapers, shed loads of dust and two dead rats right into my face.
That was quite a suprise for me and quite a good laugh for everyone else, I'm just thankful i wear glasses.
(shake'n'bake Tally Ho, Biatch!, Thu 4 Apr 2013, 13:08, 2 replies)

After serveral minutes of poking around all the children including the now placated Malcom.
Guess what I was thinking as I read that.

After serveral minutes of poking around, all the children including the now placated Malcom...

A comma separating the adverbial phrase from the main clause stops you sounding like a paedo.
( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Thu 4 Apr 2013, 18:29, closed)

, : ; .

( 4Q just lurking, Thu 4 Apr 2013, 18:41, closed)