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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Festival souvenir
Back in 1999, I was working for Virgin Megastores and won a competition to work at Glastonbury. This basically meant serving herbal tea to happy stoned people for three hours a day, on full salary - spending the rest of the time enjoying the festival for free. Myself and my fellow winners also got to camp in the VIP area with two luxury Winnebagos full of booze and recreationals. Yay!
Paired off with a mucky type from the Oxford Street branch on the first day and spent a blissful weekend getting shitfaced, seeing bands and shagging in tents. Double yay!
He's now my husband. No punchline, just a big "aaaaaaaaaahhhh".
( , Mon 18 Sep 2006, 10:14, Reply)
Back in 1999, I was working for Virgin Megastores and won a competition to work at Glastonbury. This basically meant serving herbal tea to happy stoned people for three hours a day, on full salary - spending the rest of the time enjoying the festival for free. Myself and my fellow winners also got to camp in the VIP area with two luxury Winnebagos full of booze and recreationals. Yay!
Paired off with a mucky type from the Oxford Street branch on the first day and spent a blissful weekend getting shitfaced, seeing bands and shagging in tents. Double yay!
He's now my husband. No punchline, just a big "aaaaaaaaaahhhh".
( , Mon 18 Sep 2006, 10:14, Reply)
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