Anyone had a really memorable night that was completley out of the blue that you never saw coming? A couple of years ago I went to the Laughrne Festival on a whim, a very small literary/music festival in the tiny town of Laughrne, South Wales. I went into the (small and intimate) pub, got my pint and sat down with the missus. Stuart Maconie sat down beside us, we had a chat about music and stuff, then went down to see a q&a with Mick Jones from the Clash. Had a chat with Mick after (the enormity of this can't be overstated, The Clash are the most important band to me in my lifetime). Leaving the hall, I recognised a bespectacled old gent - 'Mr Reyonlds?' 'Call me Bruce' - Bruce Reynolds, mastermind of the great train robbery. So me, the missus and Bruce wander back up to the pub, chatting. Great bloke. So we get back into the bar. 10 minutes later I'm standing in this surreal situation- I'm at the bar, in a pub, chatting away with a group of blokes: Mick Jones from the Clash, Bruce Reynolds, great train robber, Howard Marks, (Mr Nice), Rhys Ifans and Keith Allen. Mick knew Howard Marks coz he was doing some of the soundtrack for the movie Mr Nice, Rhys Ifans was playing Howard in said film, and Bruce was a mate of Howards. Talked to Mick about the early days of punk, what was Sid really like, what were those early gigs like, talked to Bruce about the lifestyle of a 60s villian, jobs he'd done, people he'd met etc., Rhys Ifans and Keith Allen were pissed and a great laugh.They were all top blokes, and I had a ball. Never saw that coming!
I'll never forget the night, a few years back, when I unexpectedly found a packet of Cheese & Onion crisps at the back of the cupboard. Good times.
Wow, I couldn't begin to imagine how great that must have been. If you don't mind me asking what brand were they?
After locking up my pub one night found my bar maid and her mate in bed ready and waiting for me! Never saw that one coming!!
A few years back, a bird from work called me up out the blue wanting a shag. She was well up for it and giving it all the talk. She was ginger so i was obviously worried about my reputation and catching aids, but i did it anyway. Got her back to mine and it was the most awkward and awful shag i've had. After 20 minutes of what felt like ****ing a paper clip, i took myself away for a piss and called her a cab. Went back in, finished off and told her to leave. Memorable for all the wrong reasons.
Yip! Went down on her on some poor blokes Porsche in a station car park when pissed, if only i'd known then how it would turn out.....
Mr Reynolds the mastermind of the Great Train Robbery? In his dreams my friend. The mastermind was someone else, take my word for it.
Anyway, memorable night. I've gone to a club for a private launch party for a band called 'The Latch'. It was Lee Latchford Evans (ex Steps) attempt at relaunching himself. Dull band, duller man but that's another story. So, I'm sitting there sliding into an alcoholic daze with a friend and who should stroll in but the mighty Lemmy. Well **** me that livened me up. The weird part is Lemmy has come along with Ricardo, the gay hairdresser out of The Salon. Oh well. As luck would have it the host of the evening is a close friend of mine and of Ricardo so I get her to introduce me to Lemmy. Lemmy is as good as gold. Sitting there with two bottles of Jack, no glass, no mixers, just swigging out of these bottles. What a ****ing legend. And he passes me a bottle to have a swig. I talked absolute **** to him for about 15 minutes, getting drunker while he stayed amazingly sober and probably bored. He then said he was ****ing off to Stringfellows and politely asked if I fancied coming along. I didn't. I'd made anough of a **** of myself. All I can say is Lemmy is so ****ing cool it hurts. And I'm not.
One time, the (now) wife arranged to meet up with her pal from Uni, blonde thing with big buzzokas, and her man, one Saturday night. 'Twas summer, and the wife was having trouble getting dressed, "this bra is showing under my t-shirt" i suggested what any man would and told her to go out without a bra, (the wifes got a cracking wee set of dids). We all meet up and all get pished, her pal says that theyve got a hotel room if we wanted to go up and get pished in their room. So we're up in the room and things started getting raunchy between her and her pal, she moans about being too hot, I suggested that she get's her tshirt off, so shes got her tits out, then her pal gets her tits out, we continue drinking then her pal grabs her and takes her to the toilet. 2 mins later, the burst out of the toilet NAKED and jump under the covers, I pulled the cover back and the 2 of them are naked on bed kissing and poking each other, I nearly spunked ma load there and then. Anyway, the two ladies went back to their respective partners and we spent the night simulated shagging, there was a few sore heads in the morning but was a cracking night anyway. Her and her pal no longer talk as things started to get a bit akward
No mate, think she's on FB. She's put on a few pounds and she's still ginger. I can have a word if you like.... I'll get right on it!
I once punched Stevie Wonder, then as he was on the floor in agony, i knelt down whispered in his ear & said: You never saw that coming.
racist scum I also like that song he did with Sir Paul McCartney Ebony & Irony I also punched David Blunkett in the face, he didn't see that coming either.
Sir Paul also did a couple of songs with that legendary Fulham hero, Michael Jackson. Fair play to Sir Paul for giving a couple of darkies employment.
