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Be young at heart and LIVE!
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I was encourage to dig this out - I agreed as I thought it might be interesting to see what some of our newer members do to stay young at heart....?
Not a new member but then I never replied the first time round despite it being a classic post by you.
Not exactly old yet but a recent weekend out made me feel 18 again, but without the geeky shyness that went with it. Nothing particularly over the top but enjoyed doing things that I have been too boring to do in a while.
As has been said many times before life is too short for regrets.
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Mad as a bucket of frogs!! 
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Mal
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Tough act to follow that is pololady :rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao: . I think the closesest i've come to a stunt like that was when I was much younger and just as foolish as now.
Is the night I came out of a nightclub slightly worst for wear, in a vain,drunken and childish atempt to impress a young lady I was with I also took a run up of monster proportion's and aiming myself at a friend's car. I atempted to slide across the bonnet of said car just like in the TV show Duke's of Hazzard unfortuantley I didn't execute this poorly planned mateing ritual with the finese I inteded and ended in a crumpled heap on the floor whilst I went off to casualty to have my head stiched back together the object of my drunken lust buggerd off home with my mate, never to be seen by be me again
. All that I gained that night was a inch long scar that is still visable now (you can even see the bloody thing on my profile pic just by my right eye) 
uch: so all make up tip's are gratefully received 
:rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao: . I think the closesest i've come to a stunt like that was when I was much younger and just as foolish as now. Is the night I came out of a nightclub slightly worst for wear, in a vain,drunken and childish atempt to impress a young lady I was with I also took a run up of monster proportion's and aiming myself at a friend's car. I atempted to slide across the bonnet of said car just like in the TV show Duke's of Hazzard unfortuantley I didn't execute this poorly planned mateing ritual with the finese I inteded and ended in a crumpled heap on the floor whilst I went off to casualty to have my head stiched back together the object of my drunken lust buggerd off home with my mate, never to be seen by be me again
. All that I gained that night was a inch long scar that is still visable now (you can even see the bloody thing on my profile pic just by my right eye) uch: so all make up tip's are gratefully received Warming the Bed
Totally spot-on, Pololady... lovely story, beautifully told :thumbup: :thumbup: :thumbup:
I'll add my own.
This goes back a few years, in the days when there was such a place as the Soviet Union. I was a kid, on a criuse-ship full of kids that was sailing for Leningrad (now St Petersburg). A couple of days before we docked, we were joined by some Russian teachers :jagsatwork: :jagsatwork: to tell us about the USSR.
They told us that when we docked, there would be some speeches of welcome on teh quayside by 'volunteer' Russian kids. :welcome: Were there any volunteers amongst us to make speeches in reply? They got a couple of girls, who spoke Russian, but no guys. So I thought I'd have a go.
"How much Russian do you speak?" asked one of the Russians.
"Not a word," I replied. She gave me a funny look. :confused: So she wrote out a speech for me in phonetic English. All I had to do was read what was on the card.... easy...
So the ship docked, with what looked like half Leningrad on the quayside to welcome us, oompah band, the lot. And there was a podium with microphones... too late to back out now... One swift change of underwear later, I trooped off the ship with the girls and climbed on to the podium. Then it was my turn to speak... 1,000 people hanging on my every word...
The speech was an unqualified disaster. :embarrased: :embarrased: :embarrased: I mangled the poor Russian language but completely. But I carried on and finished... somehow.
When I got back on board, I asked my friends how they thought it went... Turned out that they never understood a word that was said, in English or Russian :confused: :confused: :confused: ... the Soviet PA equipment was so crap, it turned everyone's speech into gibberish.
I headed for the nearest alcoholic drink - I needed it.
I'll add my own.
This goes back a few years, in the days when there was such a place as the Soviet Union. I was a kid, on a criuse-ship full of kids that was sailing for Leningrad (now St Petersburg). A couple of days before we docked, we were joined by some Russian teachers :jagsatwork: :jagsatwork: to tell us about the USSR.
They told us that when we docked, there would be some speeches of welcome on teh quayside by 'volunteer' Russian kids. :welcome: Were there any volunteers amongst us to make speeches in reply? They got a couple of girls, who spoke Russian, but no guys. So I thought I'd have a go.
"How much Russian do you speak?" asked one of the Russians.
"Not a word," I replied. She gave me a funny look. :confused: So she wrote out a speech for me in phonetic English. All I had to do was read what was on the card.... easy...
So the ship docked, with what looked like half Leningrad on the quayside to welcome us, oompah band, the lot. And there was a podium with microphones... too late to back out now... One swift change of underwear later, I trooped off the ship with the girls and climbed on to the podium. Then it was my turn to speak... 1,000 people hanging on my every word...
The speech was an unqualified disaster. :embarrased: :embarrased: :embarrased: I mangled the poor Russian language but completely. But I carried on and finished... somehow.
When I got back on board, I asked my friends how they thought it went... Turned out that they never understood a word that was said, in English or Russian :confused: :confused: :confused: ... the Soviet PA equipment was so crap, it turned everyone's speech into gibberish.
I headed for the nearest alcoholic drink - I needed it.
