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» Jobsworths
my fun day at LAX
five years ago myself and the g/f were flying to the states to get married (at vegas, with elvis, classy me.) we land at LAX and have to go through Immigration. They give us a nice form to fill in with details of where we're staying. now we're staying with friends and didn't actually think to get their address before we left, what with them picking us up from the airport. So we get up to the counter and say this and the big immigration guard with his gun gets shirty and makes us queue up somewhere else. Here the friendly immigration guard says 'just put 15 springfield drive, there's a springfield drive in every town in america'. so we do, and go back to the first guard, who knows we don't know where we're staying but he's happy now and let's us through. Onto passport control. The g/f's passport has an old pic in of her with dreadlocks. This causes confusion and 'are you sure this is you?' questions.
Eventually we're through and into the customs hall. The family in front of us with no baggage except a big clear bag of brown powder is let through no problems. The g/f is let through no problems. me? Suitcase on the desk, 'can you open this for me sir?'. So he goes through my suitcase piece by piece asking happy questions as we go along. We get to 2 books i've bought over for my friend. Ecstasy and Malibu Stork Nightmares by Irvine Welsh (it was hard getting IW books back then apparently). He picks up Ecstasy and stares at it for a couple of minutes. Me: 'it's just a book.' he looks at me, at the book, at me again 'Do you take drugs sir?' Me: 'Um, no' Him: 'Now don't lie to me' Me: 'Err, well not in the last ten hours' Him: stony face. looks at book again. Me 'c'mon, it's just a book, same bloke who wrote trainspotting' Him: 'that book about, err, heroin' Me: 'err yeah'. Now, my bumflaps are starting to fwap, i'm seriously thinking i'm about to be hauled off for an intimate body search, but he suddenly gets bored and let's me through with a wholly inappropriate 'have a nice day'. we get through to outside to be met by our friend and his big homemade 'Welcome to America, we love Brits' banner. Ha
To this day i'm convinced this was all because i joked about importing snails on the plane (you're not allowed to import snails to america. it says so on the landing card)
apologies for the length etc.
(Sun 15th May 2005, 8:36, More)
my fun day at LAX
five years ago myself and the g/f were flying to the states to get married (at vegas, with elvis, classy me.) we land at LAX and have to go through Immigration. They give us a nice form to fill in with details of where we're staying. now we're staying with friends and didn't actually think to get their address before we left, what with them picking us up from the airport. So we get up to the counter and say this and the big immigration guard with his gun gets shirty and makes us queue up somewhere else. Here the friendly immigration guard says 'just put 15 springfield drive, there's a springfield drive in every town in america'. so we do, and go back to the first guard, who knows we don't know where we're staying but he's happy now and let's us through. Onto passport control. The g/f's passport has an old pic in of her with dreadlocks. This causes confusion and 'are you sure this is you?' questions.
Eventually we're through and into the customs hall. The family in front of us with no baggage except a big clear bag of brown powder is let through no problems. The g/f is let through no problems. me? Suitcase on the desk, 'can you open this for me sir?'. So he goes through my suitcase piece by piece asking happy questions as we go along. We get to 2 books i've bought over for my friend. Ecstasy and Malibu Stork Nightmares by Irvine Welsh (it was hard getting IW books back then apparently). He picks up Ecstasy and stares at it for a couple of minutes. Me: 'it's just a book.' he looks at me, at the book, at me again 'Do you take drugs sir?' Me: 'Um, no' Him: 'Now don't lie to me' Me: 'Err, well not in the last ten hours' Him: stony face. looks at book again. Me 'c'mon, it's just a book, same bloke who wrote trainspotting' Him: 'that book about, err, heroin' Me: 'err yeah'. Now, my bumflaps are starting to fwap, i'm seriously thinking i'm about to be hauled off for an intimate body search, but he suddenly gets bored and let's me through with a wholly inappropriate 'have a nice day'. we get through to outside to be met by our friend and his big homemade 'Welcome to America, we love Brits' banner. Ha
To this day i'm convinced this was all because i joked about importing snails on the plane (you're not allowed to import snails to america. it says so on the landing card)
apologies for the length etc.
(Sun 15th May 2005, 8:36, More)
» Your Weirdest Teacher
I think his name was Mr Edwards
any b3tans who went to Poole Grammar can correct me. He taught english and as far as i remember had been a Japanese PoW. Whenever the lesson got too dull someone would ask about when he got bamboo shoved under his fingernails and he'd carry on like that until the bell. Every week.
(Wed 9th Nov 2005, 23:33, More)
I think his name was Mr Edwards
any b3tans who went to Poole Grammar can correct me. He taught english and as far as i remember had been a Japanese PoW. Whenever the lesson got too dull someone would ask about when he got bamboo shoved under his fingernails and he'd carry on like that until the bell. Every week.
(Wed 9th Nov 2005, 23:33, More)
» The Onosecond
stupid network printers
saturday overtime, someone asked me to print off the pic of a woman pleasuring a horse i've been sent (why did i get sent that? i didn't ask for these things, lord save me from these things). press print. print icon comes up, nothing comes out of the printer. oh no, where's it gone? it's gone *somewhere*, searched the office floor, but we've got offices all over the place. someone got a pleasant surprise monday morning.
i do have a killer onosecond story, but i need a new username to tell it.
(Sat 28th May 2005, 12:44, More)
stupid network printers
saturday overtime, someone asked me to print off the pic of a woman pleasuring a horse i've been sent (why did i get sent that? i didn't ask for these things, lord save me from these things). press print. print icon comes up, nothing comes out of the printer. oh no, where's it gone? it's gone *somewhere*, searched the office floor, but we've got offices all over the place. someone got a pleasant surprise monday morning.
i do have a killer onosecond story, but i need a new username to tell it.
(Sat 28th May 2005, 12:44, More)
» My first love
i would have been 6 or 7
she was called tamsin. we met on some cornish language weekend and were inseperable, never saw her again but wrote for a while. happy days
(Tue 25th Oct 2005, 19:35, More)
i would have been 6 or 7
she was called tamsin. we met on some cornish language weekend and were inseperable, never saw her again but wrote for a while. happy days
(Tue 25th Oct 2005, 19:35, More)
» Losing Your Virginity
jeux sans frontiers
i was 18, she was the norwegian penfriend of my mate's girlfriend. we'd fooled around for a couple of days and gone further each time. she was due to go back to norway the next day so we went out to the cinema for a nice last night (edward scissorhands i seem to remember). after the film had finished we drove down to branksome chine and walked up to the beachhuts. we managed to get down to it, first time for us both, missionary didn't work so we went 'doggy'. it was a bit of a disaster, if it wasn't a dirty old man stopping to watch it was the condom breaking. we gave up. she came round mine the next day and it was much much better. kept in touch for a few months but never saw her again. lovely.
(Wed 9th Mar 2005, 22:21, More)
jeux sans frontiers
i was 18, she was the norwegian penfriend of my mate's girlfriend. we'd fooled around for a couple of days and gone further each time. she was due to go back to norway the next day so we went out to the cinema for a nice last night (edward scissorhands i seem to remember). after the film had finished we drove down to branksome chine and walked up to the beachhuts. we managed to get down to it, first time for us both, missionary didn't work so we went 'doggy'. it was a bit of a disaster, if it wasn't a dirty old man stopping to watch it was the condom breaking. we gave up. she came round mine the next day and it was much much better. kept in touch for a few months but never saw her again. lovely.
(Wed 9th Mar 2005, 22:21, More)