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Trying to impress a new girlfriend, I 'borrowed' my mother's car. Dropping her off in London, I managed to lose the car keys between locking it and reaching the other side of the road. Utter humiliation followed as my mum took the train to London with the spare key...
What have you lost over the years?
( , Fri 3 Dec 2004, 8:01)
Trying to impress a new girlfriend, I 'borrowed' my mother's car. Dropping her off in London, I managed to lose the car keys between locking it and reaching the other side of the road. Utter humiliation followed as my mum took the train to London with the spare key...
What have you lost over the years?
( , Fri 3 Dec 2004, 8:01)
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My passport and my right to live in Britain
After clearing passport control at JFK airport my girlfriend asked me to give her my passport. My reply was "I'm not a child, I'll look after my own passport." Fatal. We carried on to Chicago and we're about to hit the town when I noticed my passport was missing... Anyway, we wandered off next day and eventually found the British consul above a Woolworths (that's another long story). They informed me that they would sort out an emergency passport and not to worry. We then headed up to Milwaukee for a few days. Just before returning to Chicago I received a phone call from the embassy claiming there was no record of me ever having a British passport! That was pretty good news to me, it meant a nice stay in the States and so I sorted out a job at a friend's company in San Francisco. But, Mrs. Goatpod wasn't impressed and insisted I press the matter with the embassy. They managed to sort the emergency passport 2 hours before I was due to fly back to the UK.
To this day I'm still not allowed to be in possession of any important documents.
Oh, and I lost the contents of my bowels once when I accidentally crossed the Algerian border and got shot at by someone...
( , Fri 3 Dec 2004, 12:29, Reply)
After clearing passport control at JFK airport my girlfriend asked me to give her my passport. My reply was "I'm not a child, I'll look after my own passport." Fatal. We carried on to Chicago and we're about to hit the town when I noticed my passport was missing... Anyway, we wandered off next day and eventually found the British consul above a Woolworths (that's another long story). They informed me that they would sort out an emergency passport and not to worry. We then headed up to Milwaukee for a few days. Just before returning to Chicago I received a phone call from the embassy claiming there was no record of me ever having a British passport! That was pretty good news to me, it meant a nice stay in the States and so I sorted out a job at a friend's company in San Francisco. But, Mrs. Goatpod wasn't impressed and insisted I press the matter with the embassy. They managed to sort the emergency passport 2 hours before I was due to fly back to the UK.
To this day I'm still not allowed to be in possession of any important documents.
Oh, and I lost the contents of my bowels once when I accidentally crossed the Algerian border and got shot at by someone...
( , Fri 3 Dec 2004, 12:29, Reply)
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