slow kid
There was this guy I went to the same college with, younger brother of a good friend of mine.

Well, poor chap seemed borderline downs syndrome, although in actuality there was nothing wrong with him. But he was slightly dim, and spoke in a kind of muffled but bellowing voice.

One of his special moments include me visiting this friend and both of us in descending the stairs at his parents home, find him at the bottom of the stairs on the phone with his trousers round his ankles. He had heard us coming so he had the foresight to have at least pulled his keks up, but it was obvious what he had been up to. "what the hell are you doing" we ask. "Just relaxing". lol. Discovered later he had run up 1000's of pounds of phone bill on premium rate numbers.

Anyway, most memorable moment was as follows.

The college we all attended had a fairly large carpark. One day a mutual friend with the last name coombes was at one end of this car park. The special person at the other, he decides to attract his attention.

loud, repeated bellowed shouts of "COOMBES", "COOMBES", "COOMBES". Try to imagine what this would sound like being shouted by a slightly retarded shouty person.

Unfortunately some coloured gentlemen misheard this and confronted the special person.

"Why you shouting coons at us? Why you calling us coons?"

"fuck off ah didunt"

Suffice to say he got a good kicking, sporting a black eye for some time - unfortunate I do agree, but he will forever be remembered for this.

No apologies for anything whatsoever.
( pregnantfridge, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 10:23, Reply)