| Most embarrassing moment of your life? 11:07 - Nov 7 with 4753 views | MrPotatoHead |
Anyone got any funny ones they want to share?
As a child I got my head stuck in the railings of Buckingham Palace once on a school trip. Put it right through for some reason, presumably to get a closer look at goings on and I couldn't wiggle it out for a good few minutes, everyone was laughing at me and I still think about it occasionally. Thankfully didn't need the fire service to cut any rails. |  | | |  |
| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 11:17 - Nov 7 with 3091 views | OldFart71 |
Many years after having worked with a guy I bumped into him in a chip shop. As he drove up to the parking area I noticed a very attractive girl sitting next to him.
He came into the chip shop and after saying hello we got around to the subject of what he was driving. He said "It goes well" I replied "What and the car" embarrassingly he replied " She is my daughter"
Not myself, but my daughter who was at a wedding asked a chap "Where's your Mother" the lady in question was his wife. |  | | |
| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 11:21 - Nov 7 with 3062 views | noggin |
I once received an upvote from DaveU. |  |
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| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 13:32 - Nov 7 with 2882 views | MrPotatoHead |
| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 11:17 - Nov 7 by OldFart71 |
Many years after having worked with a guy I bumped into him in a chip shop. As he drove up to the parking area I noticed a very attractive girl sitting next to him.
He came into the chip shop and after saying hello we got around to the subject of what he was driving. He said "It goes well" I replied "What and the car" embarrassingly he replied " She is my daughter"
Not myself, but my daughter who was at a wedding asked a chap "Where's your Mother" the lady in question was his wife. |
Ha. Mortifying! | | | |
| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 13:33 - Nov 7 with 2878 views | Rozz |
I pooed my pants in the queue for a nightclub at uni. |  | | |
| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 13:41 - Nov 7 with 2844 views | Churchman |
| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 11:21 - Nov 7 by noggin |
I once received an upvote from DaveU. |
I always thought you were a wrong un. |  | | |
| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 13:52 - Nov 7 with 2809 views | docklandsblue |
Hold my beer...
A brief story about my previous life as an employee of the BBC...
When I joined the BBC, its flagship station Radio 2 was split over two sites, the production office above what is now a pizza express at Henry Wood House and Old Broadcasting house a soon to be flattened building a few streets away...
My role as temporary Broadcast Assistant (a title bestowed on me after the incumbent tripped down a flight of stairs injuring knee ligaments) meant that I did all the dogs-body work, replying to complaints, making teas and coffees, fixing the printer and collecting guests.
The way it worked for anyone other than Royalty arriving was inexplicably complicated, but entirely in keeping with the BBC staffing of the time…
Penny in BH reception would call the studio, the Studio manager would tell one of the producers who in turn would phone me, and at the end of this elaborate game of Chinese whispers I’d sprint the 5 minutes or so from building to building to collect them and whiz them up into the green room ahead of their appearance on the show.
Such was the breadth of the segments on the Jeremy Vine show that it wasn’t unusual to have a cabinet minister sat next to Madonna who in turn would be perched in parallel with a Rhonda Valley Gardner and an amateur pornographer (more of that later). In a pre-Google image search existence guest collection duty invariably relied on vaguely asking people you didn’t recognise or care about if they had had a long journey in, whilst bemoaning the weather/football etc (never politics or any current news story as your chances of accidentally backing the wrong side were high) and hoping that as a result of this backwards game of 20 questions you reassured yourself that you had indeed collected Guy Garvey and not the taxi driver Guy Goma.
One typically grey midweek morning in October 2005 I received a phone call from Studio 1J in Broadcasting House telling me that Penny in reception said the guest for our phone in on coping with blindness was waiting for us. So I rose from my desk on the 5th floor of Henry Wood House eschewed the lift and sprinted down the stairs and out onto Great Portland Street, a sharp left onto Hallam Street brought me to the dingy rear entrance of the iconic home of BBC Radio. There sat in a low slung leather chair was a lone man of around 60, with a 5’O Clock shadow and hair as white as the driven snow, he had the look of a man squinting at the sunlight, despite the overcast conditions. As I approached my guest, passing through the waist high glass security doors, Penny (a delightful woman who blended the look of a peroxide blonde Patricia Hayes with the vocabulary of a less refined Kathy Burke) reaffirmed that he was indeed my guest.
I looked at him, introduced myself, explained that we had 10 minutes until his segment on the phone-in started and shook him warmly by the hand, then I took him gently by the crook of the arm and started to guide him through Broadcasting House to our studio 1J. The first flight of stairs was scaled with no hassle whatsoever despite his handicap and he seemed in high spirits ahead of his appearance on the Radio. The BBC had in an attempt to discourage terror attacks, installed a sealed glass door at the entrance to the studio complex, I relaxed my grasp on the pensioners arm explained to him that I had to open the security doors and then we had a set period of time before they would close like a temple invaded by Indiana Jones. The pace with which I lead him through the entrance proved no problem whatsoever for my charge and he showed his adeptness at coping with his affliction when erstwhile Radio 2 presenter and truckers pin-up Sally ‘Traffic’ Boazman, failed to hold an oak soundproof door for us. As the spring-loaded door threatened to rob the Jeremy Vine show of its guest and me of my contributor wrangling employ,
out shot his right hand, proving beyond the point of doubt that when robbed of one of our senses the brain truly does adjust to make up for it. As I began to consider this point I began to doubt myself…why had I, a semi-competent human being chosen to take a blind man to the studios via the stairs and not the lift? Why hadn’t I thought to stop the door that was threating to injure us both and more importantly, why hadn’t I noticed that my guest was absolutely in no way shape or form blind….PANIC set in, but I reasoned I had come this far and in for a penny in for a pound, so I congratulated my companion on his speedy reflexes and continued to talk him through the terrain as we arrived in the green room, I was just offering to make him a beverage when the show’s editor Phil Smith rushed in, shook the man’s hand and whisked him away to the studio itself.
I left the green room in a state of confusion and when I returned to reception I was greeted by the figure of Peter White: BBC Disability correspondent, who was seated in a leather chair accompanied by a 5 O’clock shadow, slightly squinting look and crucially a guide dog.
It was only when I returned to Henry Wood House that I heard my decidedly handicap free friend being interviewed on the Radio about his challenge for the leadership of the Tory Party… with the exception of repeating my trick of guiding him out of the building by his arm and verbalizing our surroundings (well a precedent had been set and he had certainly not complained about his treatment) I am thankful to say this is the only time my path has ever crossed with that of David Davis MP – defeated Tory leader hopeful and former Secretary of State for Exiting the European Union. | | | |
| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 13:52 - Nov 7 with 2806 views | Bluemike31 |
Many years ago I went into my local newsagents, it happened to be April 1st so I made a joke along the lines of "all the fools and idiots are about today as it's their birthday, the Two ladies behind to counter went quiet and both stared at me before proceeding to tell me it was both their Birthdays today, no joke, true story. [Post edited 7 Nov 13:57]
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| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 13:55 - Nov 7 with 2784 views | noggin |
| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 13:41 - Nov 7 by Churchman |
I always thought you were a wrong un. |
My family disowned me, on the grounds of that upvote. The shame was too much for them. | |
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| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 13:56 - Nov 7 with 2786 views | WD19 |
Attended a Bobby Charlton football school when I was about 8-10 (won it via TSB bank). When I was finsihed for the day I ran onto a picth to try and get his autograph, but he was busy supervising some training for older kids and shouted at me to get off of the pitch. |  | | |
| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 13:59 - Nov 7 with 2759 views | Churchman |
| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 13:55 - Nov 7 by noggin |
My family disowned me, on the grounds of that upvote. The shame was too much for them. |
Haha, there are boundaries that should never be crossed - your family were correct to give you the ‘you’re toast’. | | | |
| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 14:07 - Nov 7 with 2729 views | baxterbasics |
Mine happened 25 years ago and I'm still not ready to share all the details.
But it is poo related. |  |
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| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 14:15 - Nov 7 with 2693 views | Pendejo |
| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 13:52 - Nov 7 by docklandsblue |
Hold my beer...
A brief story about my previous life as an employee of the BBC...
When I joined the BBC, its flagship station Radio 2 was split over two sites, the production office above what is now a pizza express at Henry Wood House and Old Broadcasting house a soon to be flattened building a few streets away...
My role as temporary Broadcast Assistant (a title bestowed on me after the incumbent tripped down a flight of stairs injuring knee ligaments) meant that I did all the dogs-body work, replying to complaints, making teas and coffees, fixing the printer and collecting guests.
The way it worked for anyone other than Royalty arriving was inexplicably complicated, but entirely in keeping with the BBC staffing of the time…
Penny in BH reception would call the studio, the Studio manager would tell one of the producers who in turn would phone me, and at the end of this elaborate game of Chinese whispers I’d sprint the 5 minutes or so from building to building to collect them and whiz them up into the green room ahead of their appearance on the show.
Such was the breadth of the segments on the Jeremy Vine show that it wasn’t unusual to have a cabinet minister sat next to Madonna who in turn would be perched in parallel with a Rhonda Valley Gardner and an amateur pornographer (more of that later). In a pre-Google image search existence guest collection duty invariably relied on vaguely asking people you didn’t recognise or care about if they had had a long journey in, whilst bemoaning the weather/football etc (never politics or any current news story as your chances of accidentally backing the wrong side were high) and hoping that as a result of this backwards game of 20 questions you reassured yourself that you had indeed collected Guy Garvey and not the taxi driver Guy Goma.
One typically grey midweek morning in October 2005 I received a phone call from Studio 1J in Broadcasting House telling me that Penny in reception said the guest for our phone in on coping with blindness was waiting for us. So I rose from my desk on the 5th floor of Henry Wood House eschewed the lift and sprinted down the stairs and out onto Great Portland Street, a sharp left onto Hallam Street brought me to the dingy rear entrance of the iconic home of BBC Radio. There sat in a low slung leather chair was a lone man of around 60, with a 5’O Clock shadow and hair as white as the driven snow, he had the look of a man squinting at the sunlight, despite the overcast conditions. As I approached my guest, passing through the waist high glass security doors, Penny (a delightful woman who blended the look of a peroxide blonde Patricia Hayes with the vocabulary of a less refined Kathy Burke) reaffirmed that he was indeed my guest.
I looked at him, introduced myself, explained that we had 10 minutes until his segment on the phone-in started and shook him warmly by the hand, then I took him gently by the crook of the arm and started to guide him through Broadcasting House to our studio 1J. The first flight of stairs was scaled with no hassle whatsoever despite his handicap and he seemed in high spirits ahead of his appearance on the Radio. The BBC had in an attempt to discourage terror attacks, installed a sealed glass door at the entrance to the studio complex, I relaxed my grasp on the pensioners arm explained to him that I had to open the security doors and then we had a set period of time before they would close like a temple invaded by Indiana Jones. The pace with which I lead him through the entrance proved no problem whatsoever for my charge and he showed his adeptness at coping with his affliction when erstwhile Radio 2 presenter and truckers pin-up Sally ‘Traffic’ Boazman, failed to hold an oak soundproof door for us. As the spring-loaded door threatened to rob the Jeremy Vine show of its guest and me of my contributor wrangling employ,
out shot his right hand, proving beyond the point of doubt that when robbed of one of our senses the brain truly does adjust to make up for it. As I began to consider this point I began to doubt myself…why had I, a semi-competent human being chosen to take a blind man to the studios via the stairs and not the lift? Why hadn’t I thought to stop the door that was threating to injure us both and more importantly, why hadn’t I noticed that my guest was absolutely in no way shape or form blind….PANIC set in, but I reasoned I had come this far and in for a penny in for a pound, so I congratulated my companion on his speedy reflexes and continued to talk him through the terrain as we arrived in the green room, I was just offering to make him a beverage when the show’s editor Phil Smith rushed in, shook the man’s hand and whisked him away to the studio itself.
I left the green room in a state of confusion and when I returned to reception I was greeted by the figure of Peter White: BBC Disability correspondent, who was seated in a leather chair accompanied by a 5 O’clock shadow, slightly squinting look and crucially a guide dog.
It was only when I returned to Henry Wood House that I heard my decidedly handicap free friend being interviewed on the Radio about his challenge for the leadership of the Tory Party… with the exception of repeating my trick of guiding him out of the building by his arm and verbalizing our surroundings (well a precedent had been set and he had certainly not complained about his treatment) I am thankful to say this is the only time my path has ever crossed with that of David Davis MP – defeated Tory leader hopeful and former Secretary of State for Exiting the European Union. |
And the amateur pornographer story, asking for a friend, or was that also David Davis? |  |
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| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 14:24 - Nov 7 with 2657 views | docklandsblue |
| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 14:15 - Nov 7 by Pendejo |
And the amateur pornographer story, asking for a friend, or was that also David Davis? |
Sadly I havent written that one up yet...
But in short the Jeremy Vine Show and the Steve Wright Show used to share a green room for guests. Due to the very quick turn around for JV guests the on air team often had to brief people as they picked them up from the green room.
During a discussion on a new series of magazines aimed at housewives and featuring male pornography (think a topshelf hybrid of Nuts, Fiesta and love it magazines) the editor of Vine ran into the green room and said "Is Sandra here" to which Sandra put her hand up...
The editor proceed to open up a centre fold spread featuring an eye watering erection and hold it up directly in front of Sandra's face..."Whaddya think of that then"
She entered a state that can only be described as shock before batting the magazine out of his hands.
"I'm...i'm a nutritionist"
She had been booked for Steve Wright and our Sandra was yet to arrive! | | | |
| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 14:40 - Nov 7 with 2603 views | giant_stow |
| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 14:07 - Nov 7 by baxterbasics |
Mine happened 25 years ago and I'm still not ready to share all the details.
But it is poo related. |
I too followed through at work once. |  |
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| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 14:40 - Nov 7 with 2601 views | MrPotatoHead |
| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 13:52 - Nov 7 by docklandsblue |
Hold my beer...
A brief story about my previous life as an employee of the BBC...
When I joined the BBC, its flagship station Radio 2 was split over two sites, the production office above what is now a pizza express at Henry Wood House and Old Broadcasting house a soon to be flattened building a few streets away...
My role as temporary Broadcast Assistant (a title bestowed on me after the incumbent tripped down a flight of stairs injuring knee ligaments) meant that I did all the dogs-body work, replying to complaints, making teas and coffees, fixing the printer and collecting guests.
The way it worked for anyone other than Royalty arriving was inexplicably complicated, but entirely in keeping with the BBC staffing of the time…
Penny in BH reception would call the studio, the Studio manager would tell one of the producers who in turn would phone me, and at the end of this elaborate game of Chinese whispers I’d sprint the 5 minutes or so from building to building to collect them and whiz them up into the green room ahead of their appearance on the show.
Such was the breadth of the segments on the Jeremy Vine show that it wasn’t unusual to have a cabinet minister sat next to Madonna who in turn would be perched in parallel with a Rhonda Valley Gardner and an amateur pornographer (more of that later). In a pre-Google image search existence guest collection duty invariably relied on vaguely asking people you didn’t recognise or care about if they had had a long journey in, whilst bemoaning the weather/football etc (never politics or any current news story as your chances of accidentally backing the wrong side were high) and hoping that as a result of this backwards game of 20 questions you reassured yourself that you had indeed collected Guy Garvey and not the taxi driver Guy Goma.
One typically grey midweek morning in October 2005 I received a phone call from Studio 1J in Broadcasting House telling me that Penny in reception said the guest for our phone in on coping with blindness was waiting for us. So I rose from my desk on the 5th floor of Henry Wood House eschewed the lift and sprinted down the stairs and out onto Great Portland Street, a sharp left onto Hallam Street brought me to the dingy rear entrance of the iconic home of BBC Radio. There sat in a low slung leather chair was a lone man of around 60, with a 5’O Clock shadow and hair as white as the driven snow, he had the look of a man squinting at the sunlight, despite the overcast conditions. As I approached my guest, passing through the waist high glass security doors, Penny (a delightful woman who blended the look of a peroxide blonde Patricia Hayes with the vocabulary of a less refined Kathy Burke) reaffirmed that he was indeed my guest.
I looked at him, introduced myself, explained that we had 10 minutes until his segment on the phone-in started and shook him warmly by the hand, then I took him gently by the crook of the arm and started to guide him through Broadcasting House to our studio 1J. The first flight of stairs was scaled with no hassle whatsoever despite his handicap and he seemed in high spirits ahead of his appearance on the Radio. The BBC had in an attempt to discourage terror attacks, installed a sealed glass door at the entrance to the studio complex, I relaxed my grasp on the pensioners arm explained to him that I had to open the security doors and then we had a set period of time before they would close like a temple invaded by Indiana Jones. The pace with which I lead him through the entrance proved no problem whatsoever for my charge and he showed his adeptness at coping with his affliction when erstwhile Radio 2 presenter and truckers pin-up Sally ‘Traffic’ Boazman, failed to hold an oak soundproof door for us. As the spring-loaded door threatened to rob the Jeremy Vine show of its guest and me of my contributor wrangling employ,
out shot his right hand, proving beyond the point of doubt that when robbed of one of our senses the brain truly does adjust to make up for it. As I began to consider this point I began to doubt myself…why had I, a semi-competent human being chosen to take a blind man to the studios via the stairs and not the lift? Why hadn’t I thought to stop the door that was threating to injure us both and more importantly, why hadn’t I noticed that my guest was absolutely in no way shape or form blind….PANIC set in, but I reasoned I had come this far and in for a penny in for a pound, so I congratulated my companion on his speedy reflexes and continued to talk him through the terrain as we arrived in the green room, I was just offering to make him a beverage when the show’s editor Phil Smith rushed in, shook the man’s hand and whisked him away to the studio itself.
I left the green room in a state of confusion and when I returned to reception I was greeted by the figure of Peter White: BBC Disability correspondent, who was seated in a leather chair accompanied by a 5 O’clock shadow, slightly squinting look and crucially a guide dog.
It was only when I returned to Henry Wood House that I heard my decidedly handicap free friend being interviewed on the Radio about his challenge for the leadership of the Tory Party… with the exception of repeating my trick of guiding him out of the building by his arm and verbalizing our surroundings (well a precedent had been set and he had certainly not complained about his treatment) I am thankful to say this is the only time my path has ever crossed with that of David Davis MP – defeated Tory leader hopeful and former Secretary of State for Exiting the European Union. |
Superb read, thanks for sharing. | | | |
| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 15:08 - Nov 7 with 2536 views | baxterbasics |
| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 14:40 - Nov 7 by giant_stow |
I too followed through at work once. |
Oh I've done that several times!
This was worse. | |
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| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 16:04 - Nov 7 with 2440 views | Ryorry |
I was an au pair in France age 16, & very much still learning the language.
Sitting round the lunch table with the family one day, I was offered a second helping of the delectable main course.
I thought I was being polite when I replied with what I thought was a translation of 'no thanks I'm full' - ie "non, merci, je suis plein" - but which actually meant 'no thanks, I'm pregnant'.
Was totally baffled as to why the fam then practically fell out of their chairs laughing. |  |
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| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 16:19 - Nov 7 with 2382 views | TheBlueGnu |
| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 13:52 - Nov 7 by Bluemike31 |
Many years ago I went into my local newsagents, it happened to be April 1st so I made a joke along the lines of "all the fools and idiots are about today as it's their birthday, the Two ladies behind to counter went quiet and both stared at me before proceeding to tell me it was both their Birthdays today, no joke, true story. [Post edited 7 Nov 13:57]
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Mine involves a newsagent - back in the 1990's I was buying a w@nk mag and just as I was paying for the aforementioned enjoyment pamphlett, my Auntie Hilda appeared purchasing a loaf of bread and a tin of chopped tomatoes. | |
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| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 16:44 - Nov 7 with 2342 views | FrimleyBlue |
I drank engine oil when I was in junior school. Friend brought it in as her dad had filled up an apple bottle with it. ( dk head ) anyway took a gulp. Straight to hospital. Slightly embarrassing.
Also another one
Me and my dad went to the sir Bobby memorial in the town centre church. Sheepy was standing by the door of the church welcoming people in. I can't remember who we were playing but my dad bless him shook his hand and loudly proclaimed 3 points for lads today eh. Come on you blues. [Post edited 7 Nov 16:48]
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| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 16:46 - Nov 7 with 2339 views | solemio |
| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 14:07 - Nov 7 by baxterbasics |
Mine happened 25 years ago and I'm still not ready to share all the details.
But it is poo related. |
Could have been worse. It could have been Piglet related. | | | |
| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 17:24 - Nov 7 with 2264 views | Plums |
I asked Jonathan Agnew to sign a picture of an England team that he wasn't in.
It was at Peter Willey's testimonial and Leicestershire had all their top boys out, Willey (obviously), Gower, DeFreitas and others. I'd got a full page picture of the England team from Cricketer magazine with many of them on. I wandered up to Aggers and asked him to sign it.
"I'm not in it"
'Yes you are'
"No, I'm not'
"You are, you're there at the back"
'That's James Whittaker and he's standing over there by the scorebox'
I can't remember whether I asked James for his autograph or not... |  |
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| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 17:24 - Nov 7 with 2259 views | Deano69 |
I once emailed a picture of a huge floating turd to a client, who had the same first name as an employee. The email included the rollicking for 'once again leaving this here' as he was a serial offender of such an actvity.
Nothing was ever said by any of the parties. The client was an extremely prominent member of the team of a European countries department of Trade to the UK Ambassador (in fact he became the head honcho the following year). |  |
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| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 19:16 - Nov 7 with 2093 views | Pendejo |
| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 16:04 - Nov 7 by Ryorry |
I was an au pair in France age 16, & very much still learning the language.
Sitting round the lunch table with the family one day, I was offered a second helping of the delectable main course.
I thought I was being polite when I replied with what I thought was a translation of 'no thanks I'm full' - ie "non, merci, je suis plein" - but which actually meant 'no thanks, I'm pregnant'.
Was totally baffled as to why the fam then practically fell out of their chairs laughing. |
Similar language issue
Whilst working in Colombia I did some voluntary work in a school, not teaching English as much as helping them practice it, I also practised my Spanish
When ask one child how old they were (cuántos años tiene?) I managed to ask "
¿Cuántos anos tienes?" which is not only grammatically incorrect but the replacement of the enya (ñ) has a massive effect on the meaning... (How many anuses do you have) | |
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| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 20:39 - Nov 7 with 1958 views | Bigalhunter |
About twenty years ago we went to Bali for a holiday.
At the time I’d been suffering from a rather uncomfortable haemorrhoid and spending about 19 of the previous 24 hours on a somewhat unyielding Garuda Airlines seat hadn’t eased the situation.
We finally got to the hotel around 10pm local time and the restaurant had closed.
We dumped our cases and availed ourselves of several strong cocktails before the bar closed.
My wife, being a GP always travels prepared for any minor medical mishaps.
She hit the sack having emptied the toiletries bag in the bathroom for pre-bed essentials and mumbling something about having left the Anusol on the counter by the sink.
In my defence, I’d seen off x4 Old Fashioneds on an empty stomach so grabbed a tube without really checking.
Nothing will repeat the immediate, searing and unrelenting agony of dabbing a generous finger full of Colgate on my already tender ring piece.
To this day, I still believe I’d have been better off if I’d brushed my teeth with the Anusol. |  |
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| Most embarrassing moment of your life? on 21:01 - Nov 7 with 1914 views | iamatractorboy |
Went along to the match last weekend, angry and wanting to show the clowns who 'run' (they couldn't run a bath!) this Fine Club, expecting my fellow supporters to be equally outraged and ready to take a stand. Well, I took my seat and the game began, then at the appointed minute, I stood up, took the tube of tennis balls out of my bag, opened the lid and with all my strength, I threw all 6 balls as far as I could onto the pitch. 'That'll teach 'em!' I chuckled to myself. Imagine my horror then when I realised no other b*gger had bothered to protest! The embarrassment... | | | |
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