Being told off as an adultWhen was the last time you were properly told off? You know: treated as an errant child rather than the sophisticated adult you are.
The sort of thing that dredges up an involuntary teenage mumble of "Sorry, Miss" whilst you stare at the ground.
Go on, tell us what childish thing you were up to when you got caught.
Oh, and can we have more than one-line answers this time? Cheers!
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chthonic, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 17:18)
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As a student in sheffield...I regularly got trashed. I also had a possibly irrational hatred of the Hallamshire Hospital (I can only assume that this was a byproduct of what was just the start of a 4 year period of depression, hallucinations and voices). Anyway, we'd been out to one of the union nights at Sheffield Uni, and I'd had a lot to drink. I don't remember too much but I remember staggering up the Glossop Road, aged 20, blind drunk, muttering to myself, eating a hawaiian pizza, dropping bits of said pizza on to my shirt. My friends we about 50 yards ahead of me by the time I reached the Hallamshire Hospital.
The hospital has a low wall and a sloping lawn in between it and the road. Being drunk and slightly unbalanced, and filled with a righteous (if almost certainly unjustified) hatred towards the sheer concrete architecture of the place, I climbed up on the wall and proceeded to drunkenly throw pizza at the hospital.
Everything was going well, until the screech of brakes behind me was followed by a strong Sheffield accent demanding to know "what the fuck are you doing?". As I tried to turn around to see what who it was I fell off the wall and landed face down in the mud, the pizza was smeared all over my face, and my trousers were ruined.
Two very burly Sheffield policemen got out of their car, walked over, and told me to pick up all of my pizza, which I did - crawling through the mud and gibbering to myself - before propping me up against the wall and shouting at me for about 10 mins (I have no memory of what they said). What I gathered from my friends the next day was that they had threatened to arrest me (entirely fair really) and then when it became obvious that I was far too gone to understand anything they were saying simply told me to fuck off home (my friends were pissing themselves with laughter just up the street). Apparently I then crawled up the road, apologising profusely, and put the pizza in a bin.
Still hate the architecture of the Hallamshire, though I guess that doesn't really justify assault by pizza.
(, Tue 25 Sep 2007, 21:58, Reply)
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