has anything happened to you.? ......... I mentioned mole hills. On another thread, and it reminded me of an incident that happened when I was a youngster. I wa playing Rugby on the wing for Pontarddulais against Llangenech at Llangenech. They had been having trouble with some moles for some time, leaving the field dotted with mole hills, and before every game an army of helpers went out with spades to level off these mole hills. After about 10min, I was given a pass about 40 yards from the opposition try line, with a clear run for the line. I put my head back a went for it. ( I was quite fast then). ..... when I was about 10 yards. from the line, and ready to raise my arm in delight, ..... I fell bloody flat on my face, having tripped over one of these bloody mole hills. ............ All spectators and players thought it was hilarious Except me, it really was bloody embarrassing . I said that they had missed this mole hill when flattening them, but they reckoned that it must have been made after the game started. ............... The bloody liars.............I was reminded of this for years after. Now then what about you lot ? Some funny or embarrassing things must have happened to you..
Many years ago went shopping in the old Port Talbot one Saturday morning. Parked the car but managed to lock the key in the car as well. A long walk home and a clip across the year awaited but the milkman pulled up in his float on his way back to the depot. Thankfully gave me a lift home to get my dad to take me back to my car with spare keys....still had a clip though...
Went to Portugal back in 1990 with two mates. On a night out I got quite friendly with a few German girls, now as the flat we were staying in was basically one room with three beds, the lads kindly said if I got lucky they would stay out for a few hours. Anyway I’m chatting away to the young lady and all the signals were there for a night of passion, I asked her back to our room and she agreed, so we started to finish our drinks off and my mate walks up behind me and whispered in my ear as I’m drinking my pint “What every you do, don’t mention the war” well yours truly just burst out laughing spraying the young lady with my beer . Needless to say my night of passion went for a burton. @Matthew Bound Still Lurks knows the person that whispered those magical words into my ear. Dam you!!!
We lived up the Council when I was born - moved in with my auntie in Llangenech when I was 2. My dad used to go picking mushrooms in the morning and I used to go with him. I was running in the fields when I met a molehill - broken collar bone!
