Unexpected Good Fortune
Travelling through Seattle a good 15 years ago, I remembered an old friend I used to blow up Action Men with. We were bored, nothing to lose , so I looked him up in the phonebook. He was the only one of that name in there. "Come and stay," goes he.
Me and my mates were living in a car at that point so a bed was a novelty. After searching for a while, we rock up to a very posh mansion on Puget Sound with its own Helipad. "Come flying," goes he.
Has your luck held out recently?
( , Thu 14 Sep 2006, 18:43)
Travelling through Seattle a good 15 years ago, I remembered an old friend I used to blow up Action Men with. We were bored, nothing to lose , so I looked him up in the phonebook. He was the only one of that name in there. "Come and stay," goes he.
Me and my mates were living in a car at that point so a bed was a novelty. After searching for a while, we rock up to a very posh mansion on Puget Sound with its own Helipad. "Come flying," goes he.
Has your luck held out recently?
( , Thu 14 Sep 2006, 18:43)
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U2
A few years ago, rock giants U2 announced a series of arena concerts. Huge interest, very limited ticket numbers, so we resolved to get to the venue early to make sure we got tickets.
So, naturally, I went out on the piss the night before the box office opened, slept in and arrived ten minutes before the shutters went up, to witness thousands queueing round the back of Earls Court.
"Bugger."
We eventually got to the back of the queue and waited. Inevitably, I decided I needed a piss, and found a convenient doorway to strain my onions. I leant against it to steady myself, and was surprised in my fug to see it swing open, revealing the bowels of the concert hall.
A two minute dash later, Kev and I are in the box office, clutching fourth row tickets to see Big Nose Bongo and the boys and ..err.. the Fatima Mansions. Giggling like kids, we fled into West London clutching our prize.
Getting drunk = spawn. Get drunk often.
( , Thu 14 Sep 2006, 19:35, Reply)
A few years ago, rock giants U2 announced a series of arena concerts. Huge interest, very limited ticket numbers, so we resolved to get to the venue early to make sure we got tickets.
So, naturally, I went out on the piss the night before the box office opened, slept in and arrived ten minutes before the shutters went up, to witness thousands queueing round the back of Earls Court.
"Bugger."
We eventually got to the back of the queue and waited. Inevitably, I decided I needed a piss, and found a convenient doorway to strain my onions. I leant against it to steady myself, and was surprised in my fug to see it swing open, revealing the bowels of the concert hall.
A two minute dash later, Kev and I are in the box office, clutching fourth row tickets to see Big Nose Bongo and the boys and ..err.. the Fatima Mansions. Giggling like kids, we fled into West London clutching our prize.
Getting drunk = spawn. Get drunk often.
( , Thu 14 Sep 2006, 19:35, Reply)
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