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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One Christmas...
After copping off with the office mook I woke up in a strange part of London, and quickly made my excuses and left. When I got to the tube I realised my wallet had been stolen. I tried to fare-hop home to Brighton, but was caught by the guard. He was sympathetic to my plight, and took all of my details. When I got home it turned out that my wallet had been stolen by the taxi driver, who had spent £200 on each credit card at a string of East London petrol stations. A week later a court summons for fare evasion appeared through the door. I wrote to explain the situation, but no reply.
So I bought a new suit, shirt and tie for my appearance at East Croydon magistrates court, took a day off work and waited nervously with my fellow criminals for my name to come up. 4 hours later, the magistrate emerged flanked by two police officers, and sternly called my name. As I virtually sank to my knees to beg forgiveness, he told me that there had been a mistake, that my case had been cancelled but they forgot to tell me. So that was a bit of luck, wasn't it!
( , Mon 18 Sep 2006, 10:18, Reply)
After copping off with the office mook I woke up in a strange part of London, and quickly made my excuses and left. When I got to the tube I realised my wallet had been stolen. I tried to fare-hop home to Brighton, but was caught by the guard. He was sympathetic to my plight, and took all of my details. When I got home it turned out that my wallet had been stolen by the taxi driver, who had spent £200 on each credit card at a string of East London petrol stations. A week later a court summons for fare evasion appeared through the door. I wrote to explain the situation, but no reply.
So I bought a new suit, shirt and tie for my appearance at East Croydon magistrates court, took a day off work and waited nervously with my fellow criminals for my name to come up. 4 hours later, the magistrate emerged flanked by two police officers, and sternly called my name. As I virtually sank to my knees to beg forgiveness, he told me that there had been a mistake, that my case had been cancelled but they forgot to tell me. So that was a bit of luck, wasn't it!
( , Mon 18 Sep 2006, 10:18, Reply)
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