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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Larrikin Love
I went to see Larrikin Love last night at Acedemy 3 in Manchester with a few of mates. We got stuck right at the front, getting churned about like a big soup or something. About four songs into the set, my glasses get knocked off, and I freak out. My friends and I were scouring the floor forany sign of my lovely black plastic specs, but alas, they were nowhere. A mate drags me out and sits me down while I dissolve into tears and cling onto the wall.
Sixty fucking quid. And I was saving up for a weekend away on papergirl money and everything.
About half an hour later, the other friends stagger out as the gig finishes holding my beloved glasses :)
They were on the floor right next to the stage :)
Minus both the arms.
Feck.
( , Wed 20 Sep 2006, 8:56, Reply)
I went to see Larrikin Love last night at Acedemy 3 in Manchester with a few of mates. We got stuck right at the front, getting churned about like a big soup or something. About four songs into the set, my glasses get knocked off, and I freak out. My friends and I were scouring the floor forany sign of my lovely black plastic specs, but alas, they were nowhere. A mate drags me out and sits me down while I dissolve into tears and cling onto the wall.
Sixty fucking quid. And I was saving up for a weekend away on papergirl money and everything.
About half an hour later, the other friends stagger out as the gig finishes holding my beloved glasses :)
They were on the floor right next to the stage :)
Minus both the arms.
Feck.
( , Wed 20 Sep 2006, 8:56, Reply)
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