Unexpected Good FortuneTravelling 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?
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chthonic, Thu 14 Sep 2006, 18:43)
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Salesmen's partyA couple of years back, my friend was working for a large direct-marketing company in London, full of full of themselves salesmen, lots of testosterone, trying to convince grannies that they wanted to buy things like a complete series of One Foot in the Grave (one video a week for the rest of your life and you end up paying about £2000...), crappy magazines and the like. Anyway, for their Christmas party they had hired out one of the big squares in Mayfair (Hanover Square, I think it was) where the delights included a hog roast, karaoke and the promise of free booze all night.
We got invited along and had a great time drinking our livers out, laughing at the Michael Jackson impersonator, singing and stuffing our faces with pig meat until two things happened which brought an abrupt end to the fun. The first was that the barman told us there was no more booze. The second was that a bunch of guys not connected with the company were trying to gatecrash the events. Since the male:female ratio at the party was something like 10:1 and there was no more alcohol to be had, this seemed like a rather dim idea, but nonetheless they were persistent and a load of the sales guys rushed to the entrance to defend the party. A massive brawl ensued, the police were called and some people got hospitalised, all the usual fun of a drunken night out.
However, a little further back from all the action I spotted, stashed away under a table, 5 crates of lager and about 20 bottles of wine. Now this was either put there by the organisers so that they and the bar staff could have a drink after everyone had gone home, or by someone who had planned to hide it and steal it later.
So as the square filled up with blue flashing lights and the fight at the gates threatened to become a full-blown riot, myself and my companions picked up as much booze as we could carry (which was all of it), sauntered out past the streams of police rushing to break up the chaos, and straight into a taxi home.
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emvee cruor deo cruoris, Fri 15 Sep 2006, 9:18,
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