Em says I’m working too hard and becoming boring. I’m forced to recount an embarassing story to prove otherwise.

There is a certain period after a party when my brain isn’t much use for anything (not that its all that hot at the best of times)....

Anyway I was at the Red Riding Hood party on Thursday. I had to meet some Japanese colleagues at Heathrow at about 5pm, so I knew I’d have to miss the last half hour and get the Heathrow express from Paddington. But when I checked the website on the day ... their plane was expected AN HOUR EARLY!! :-( :-( :-(

Anyway I made the best use I could of the party time (thanks to Sarah and Lucy in particular . I stayed until the last possible minute… rushed upstairs, grabbed my manilla envelope, doing-up buttons on the way. Raced to Paddington in 6 mins flat. Just caught the Heathrow express…. unfortunately there was something wrong with my seat (maybe some of the cushion missing - something at the back of the seat was poking into my ribs). Anyway, arrived at T3, raced to the exit gate just in time to welcome my Japanese colleagues. Penetration to disembarkation in 25 min!

“Ahhh…Peter-san…. Its good to be back in the UK and thanks for coming to meet us ... but…why do you have a coat hanger in your jacket?!?”

Yes… its true. I still had an LMP plastic coathanger in my suit jacket. Post-coital sh*t-for-brains.

xx

Great story - and with this and in this heat I must share you a pre-coital madness that happened last Summer.
Travelling on the Tube to LMP on a really hot Saturday - just put on a pair of jeans commando style ie no undies and was on the train listening to the Ipod.
Glanced down and my flies had come down - fortunaly I handn’t been thinking about the afternoon ahead otherwise His Lordship may well have arisen and popped out rather earlier than I had planned.

Zipped up without anyone noticing and then realised there were 2 girls sitting opposite…..who were around 10 years old…....
Try explaining that one to the Judge and Jury…..

Yep, great story! I just have a silly smile on my face for a few hours after the party!

Peter Rabbit - 30 June 2009 09:31 PM

Em says I’m working too hard and becoming boring. I’m forced to recount an embarassing story to prove otherwise.

There is a certain period after a party when my brain isn’t much use for anything (not that its all that hot at the best of times)....

Anyway I was at the Red Riding Hood party on Thursday. I had to meet some Japanese colleagues at Heathrow at about 5pm, so I knew I’d have to miss the last half hour and get the Heathrow express from Paddington. But when I checked the website on the day ... their plane was expected AN HOUR EARLY!! :-( :-( :-(

Anyway I made the best use I could of the party time (thanks to Sarah and Lucy in particular . I stayed until the last possible minute… rushed upstairs, grabbed my manilla envelope, doing-up buttons on the way. Raced to Paddington in 6 mins flat. Just caught the Heathrow express…. unfortunately there was something wrong with my seat (maybe some of the cushion missing - something at the back of the seat was poking into my ribs). Anyway, arrived at T3, raced to the exit gate just in time to welcome my Japanese colleagues. Penetration to disembarkation in 25 min!

“Ahhh…Peter-san…. Its good to be back in the UK and thanks for coming to meet us ... but…why do you have a coat hanger in your jacket?!?”

Yes… its true. I still had an LMP plastic coathanger in my suit jacket. Post-coital sh*t-for-brains.

I was having a discussion with my kids about Lady Gaga at Glasto… and I was saying Lady Marmalade… I didn’t release until the Mrs mentioned it to me… I quickly had to say I ws thinking of the song! Phew… close one!

I can understand the confusion Raj. Its easy to remember the difference though - Lady M is the one with the talent and Lady G is the one with the enormous conk.

That is CONK, i.e. nose, just before anyone jumps in with childish innuendo.

Childish innuendo is my job

Hmmmm… I believe Lady Gaga is the one who keeps inviting us to “Poke her face”.

I told you ... childish innuendo is my job.

pr - you take childish innuendo, I’ve got childish silliness….

lq

Another one to add to the list! I left the party today in a total daze after a superb 2 hours with my beloved MILF’s,got on the tube & sat there with a contented smile watching stations come & go! All of a sudden i think “Bethnal green”, WTF happened to BANK & my stop, LIVERPOOL ST?
I was so lost in mentally recalling the time spent to store in the “Wankbank”, i’d gone past my stop! Quickly jumped off & went back, only just catching my train!
These beauties make your mind total “Mush” & more southern regions more alert!