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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Not me but my brother
Most of my brother's (and mine for that matter) "holidays" from uni were spent grafting our arses off at a local Asda warehouse. Shit job but great pay, especially triple-time on bank holidays.
Anyway, one lunchtime he was flicking through the shit-but-obligatory company newsletter. On the back is a competition to win a trip to Australia to see the British Lions tour. With nothing better to do he sends off the (very easy) answer to the question in an email and promptly forgets all about it.
You can obviously tell where this is going, so suffice to say he got 2 tickets to Australia, tickets to the final Test, an invite to the end of tour dinner with the entire squad and $1000 spending money. And he didn't even ask me or my Dad if we wanted to go, he took his mate who doesn't even like rugby! Bastard.
( , Fri 15 Sep 2006, 11:04, Reply)
Most of my brother's (and mine for that matter) "holidays" from uni were spent grafting our arses off at a local Asda warehouse. Shit job but great pay, especially triple-time on bank holidays.
Anyway, one lunchtime he was flicking through the shit-but-obligatory company newsletter. On the back is a competition to win a trip to Australia to see the British Lions tour. With nothing better to do he sends off the (very easy) answer to the question in an email and promptly forgets all about it.
You can obviously tell where this is going, so suffice to say he got 2 tickets to Australia, tickets to the final Test, an invite to the end of tour dinner with the entire squad and $1000 spending money. And he didn't even ask me or my Dad if we wanted to go, he took his mate who doesn't even like rugby! Bastard.
( , Fri 15 Sep 2006, 11:04, Reply)
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