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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Is this Clare?
A long time ago I met a girl in a nightclub who (at the time and in my drunken state) I thought looked a bit like a slightly fat Gwyneth Paltrow.
I was kipping on a friends floor that night, and bounced in proudly displaying her number on a scrap of paper. Which he promptly ate for a laugh.
After fishing it out of his mouth and sulking in my car overnight, we tried to piece it together the next morning. I could make out 3 of the 6 numbers.
The local numbers all seemed to begin with "2" so I only had 100 numbers to dial to find my true love. I made a grid and started dialling.
At about the 70th number I asked for Clare and was put through to her.
"Could I speak to Clare please?"
I was put through to her.
"This is Clare"
"Do you remember meeting a lanky bloke in a nightclub last night who thought you looked like Gwyneth Paltrow?"
"No... Oh hang on - you must mean my friend Claire. She doesn't live here. Do you want her number?"
"Yes, yes I do!"
She gave me the number. I rang it. It was her. We spent 2 months together till she realised I was a knob (result!). And yes, I got laid.
The number she had actually given me was COMPLETELY different to what I thought I had made out from the chewed remains of her number. Not one common digit.
Everything that you have read here is true. Except she looked nothing like Paltrow.
( , Fri 15 Sep 2006, 14:51, Reply)
A long time ago I met a girl in a nightclub who (at the time and in my drunken state) I thought looked a bit like a slightly fat Gwyneth Paltrow.
I was kipping on a friends floor that night, and bounced in proudly displaying her number on a scrap of paper. Which he promptly ate for a laugh.
After fishing it out of his mouth and sulking in my car overnight, we tried to piece it together the next morning. I could make out 3 of the 6 numbers.
The local numbers all seemed to begin with "2" so I only had 100 numbers to dial to find my true love. I made a grid and started dialling.
At about the 70th number I asked for Clare and was put through to her.
"Could I speak to Clare please?"
I was put through to her.
"This is Clare"
"Do you remember meeting a lanky bloke in a nightclub last night who thought you looked like Gwyneth Paltrow?"
"No... Oh hang on - you must mean my friend Claire. She doesn't live here. Do you want her number?"
"Yes, yes I do!"
She gave me the number. I rang it. It was her. We spent 2 months together till she realised I was a knob (result!). And yes, I got laid.
The number she had actually given me was COMPLETELY different to what I thought I had made out from the chewed remains of her number. Not one common digit.
Everything that you have read here is true. Except she looked nothing like Paltrow.
( , Fri 15 Sep 2006, 14:51, Reply)
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