Where do I start?
Leaning nonchalently against the double doors of a tube train, while chatting up an American girl, safe in the knowledge that the platform was the other side of the train, until the doors opened and sat me on my arse on the platform.
Presenting a prize to a guy with a cheery, "Well done Geordie," when I was a DJ/compere, for him to reply into the microphone, "Er, actually I'm Irish."
After a few beers, jumping onto the back step of a mates Landy and clinging on, only to find that he doesn't use his mirrors............ I still have the scars on my knees and elbows from where I skidded along the road, when I couldn't hold on any longer, losing my new watch and wrecking my new suit.
Leaning nonchalently against the double doors of a tube train, while chatting up an American girl, safe in the knowledge that the platform was the other side of the train, until the doors opened and sat me on my arse on the platform.
Presenting a prize to a guy with a cheery, "Well done Geordie," when I was a DJ/compere, for him to reply into the microphone, "Er, actually I'm Irish."
After a few beers, jumping onto the back step of a mates Landy and clinging on, only to find that he doesn't use his mirrors............ I still have the scars on my knees and elbows from where I skidded along the road, when I couldn't hold on any longer, losing my new watch and wrecking my new suit.
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