soiled underwear place strategically next to the toilet in a cubicle in which someone had quite clearly shit themselves was another strange one yesterday
Isn't it about time you posted the photographic evidence?...
soiled underwear place strategically next to the toilet in a cubicle in which someone had quite clearly shit themselves was another strange one yesterday
Oy.............. no names. The code of silence and all that.
Saw a girl arguing with her boyfriend, screaming at him. She threw her chips and curry sauce at his face then reached up her skirt, pulled out her bloodied tampon and threw it at his head. It stuck to his cheek. Stunned silence from all.
Tenuous, but...
Being in the Concorde II one night for a gig, and everyone gathered round a small wall mounted TV in the bar, as England were throwing away a two goal lead to Portugal (?) at Euro 2000, and the support band, JJ72, not starting till the footie had finished, meaning with the headliners, Los Warhols, set to follow, we didn't get out to about 2am.
Whatever happened to JJ72,ive got their album and the bird was pretty fit!
Whatever happened to JJ72,ive got their album and the bird was pretty fit!
Not quite inside a bar, but outside one in Montreal, during the Francophiles music festival some years ago.
I was stood watching an act performing on a street stage, minding my own business, when a one legged bloke on crutches bumped into me...he had clearly had a few and started screaming abuse, which was in French and I barely understood...he then made it clear that he wanted to have a fight and proceded to try and kick me repeatedly with his stump...there were loads of people watching this sorry scene and I have never felt so embarrased (despite the whole thing not being my fault)...I then disappeared into the night at a speed that he was unlikely to be able to match!
Poor bloke...
Sounds like he was hopping mad
Poor bloke...
Sounds like he was hopping mad
also saw in the same pub (walnut tree) dick emerys cock in the toilet , i just couldnt resist a glance
i used to drink in the walnut tree near chichester , good old spit and sawdust back in the day ,
anyway there was a local bloke called mallard green (i kid you not) him and his dad spent most of there time wildfowling (duck/goose shooting) in chichester and pagham harbour .
me and a pal bought mallard a good few beers and after a while he started doing duck and goose impersinations really f***ing loud it was hysterical , he ended up taking out his false teeth and squaking like a magpie , the pub was pretty full and mallard had a captive audience with locals and strangers alike
Taps fingers and waits...............