Cringe!
Chickenlady winces, "I told a Hugh Grant/Divine Brown joke to my dad, pretending that Ms Brown was chewing gum so she'd be more American. Instead I just appeared to be still giving the blow-job. Even as I'm writing this I'm cringing inside."
Tell us your cringeworthy stories of embarrassment. Go on, you're amongst friends here...
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 18:58)
Chickenlady winces, "I told a Hugh Grant/Divine Brown joke to my dad, pretending that Ms Brown was chewing gum so she'd be more American. Instead I just appeared to be still giving the blow-job. Even as I'm writing this I'm cringing inside."
Tell us your cringeworthy stories of embarrassment. Go on, you're amongst friends here...
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 18:58)
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Not mine, but MrCat's
At the tender age of 17, my fella had not one, but two cringeworthy encounters with Tim Wheeler, lead singer of Ash. The first directly led to the second, but I'm getting ahead of myself...
*wavy lines*
Having 2 friends whose 18th birthdays were within 2 days of each other, being a poorly paid, below minimum wage earning waiter, expensive presents were off the agenda. Thinking that the hand/homemade present was the way forward, with a little ingenuity (he thought) they would both receive presents to treasure for the forseeable future.
1) The first friend was to receive a scrapbook filled to bursting with trivia and clippings on his favourite bands, one of whom was the aforementioned Irish indie-poppers. The second friend was to receive a present that was more ingenious, but to those not in the know, perhaps slightly sinister. Ash were also her favourite band. He made her her very own Tim Wheeler doll.
A couple of days before the first birthday he found out that Ash were to be doing a signing in Liverpool, and the thought of signed presents was just too much to resist. So off he goes to Liverpool, scrapbook and doll in hand. Can you see where this is going?
He makes it to the signing table, having kept the gifts secret from the accompanying recipients-to-be, and suddenly thinks (slightly too late, some may say) about how presenting a singer with a doll of himself to sign may look. The outcome? One lanky, cringing youth, one slightly scared Tim Wheeler, and eventually, one signed doll.
But, he thinks, at least he'll never come face to face again.....
2) Three short months later, Leeds Festival. My fella finds himself once more in a queue to get something signed by Ash. "He'll never remember me" he thinks.
Wrong!
Steps up to the table, hands over the album to be signed. Guy looks at MrCat. Then at the album. Then up again.
Hang on, you're the guy with the doll....
*ground, open up...*
P.S. This was still not the last encounter between these two, there was almost an episode whilst getting drinks in a bar, but thinking of the potential restraining order, he wisely decided to walk away.
( , Sat 29 Nov 2008, 23:18, 2 replies)
At the tender age of 17, my fella had not one, but two cringeworthy encounters with Tim Wheeler, lead singer of Ash. The first directly led to the second, but I'm getting ahead of myself...
*wavy lines*
Having 2 friends whose 18th birthdays were within 2 days of each other, being a poorly paid, below minimum wage earning waiter, expensive presents were off the agenda. Thinking that the hand/homemade present was the way forward, with a little ingenuity (he thought) they would both receive presents to treasure for the forseeable future.
1) The first friend was to receive a scrapbook filled to bursting with trivia and clippings on his favourite bands, one of whom was the aforementioned Irish indie-poppers. The second friend was to receive a present that was more ingenious, but to those not in the know, perhaps slightly sinister. Ash were also her favourite band. He made her her very own Tim Wheeler doll.
A couple of days before the first birthday he found out that Ash were to be doing a signing in Liverpool, and the thought of signed presents was just too much to resist. So off he goes to Liverpool, scrapbook and doll in hand. Can you see where this is going?
He makes it to the signing table, having kept the gifts secret from the accompanying recipients-to-be, and suddenly thinks (slightly too late, some may say) about how presenting a singer with a doll of himself to sign may look. The outcome? One lanky, cringing youth, one slightly scared Tim Wheeler, and eventually, one signed doll.
But, he thinks, at least he'll never come face to face again.....
2) Three short months later, Leeds Festival. My fella finds himself once more in a queue to get something signed by Ash. "He'll never remember me" he thinks.
Wrong!
Steps up to the table, hands over the album to be signed. Guy looks at MrCat. Then at the album. Then up again.
Hang on, you're the guy with the doll....
*ground, open up...*
P.S. This was still not the last encounter between these two, there was almost an episode whilst getting drinks in a bar, but thinking of the potential restraining order, he wisely decided to walk away.
( , Sat 29 Nov 2008, 23:18, 2 replies)
Touche
However, thinking about it, there are other ways that could be construed...
( , Sun 30 Nov 2008, 11:07, closed)
However, thinking about it, there are other ways that could be construed...
( , Sun 30 Nov 2008, 11:07, closed)
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