Tell us something really 23 about your life (vol trivial)
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I need to get this off my chest..
Picture the scene, It's late and I'm in a busy takeaway full of pissed up red necks.
So, there I was perched at the counter of this greasy, fried chicken type place. What happened next makes me cringe just typing it. I asked for plain 'grilled' chicken breast with the emphasis on 'plain' and mixed salad (of course it's mixed, its a f
king salad). Being sure to point out that I don't want any bread or mayo and to make sure it's grilled and not fried. AND i asked them double up on the salad!
My mate moved away from me like I just dropped a massive st in my pants.
I walked out of there alive....I can only imagine the other punters thought I was a psychotic rent boy.
I should punch myself in the vagina.
Give me strength.
Picture the scene, It's late and I'm in a busy takeaway full of pissed up red necks.
So, there I was perched at the counter of this greasy, fried chicken type place. What happened next makes me cringe just typing it. I asked for plain 'grilled' chicken breast with the emphasis on 'plain' and mixed salad (of course it's mixed, its a f
king salad). Being sure to point out that I don't want any bread or mayo and to make sure it's grilled and not fried. AND i asked them double up on the salad! My mate moved away from me like I just dropped a massive s
t in my pants.I walked out of there alive....I can only imagine the other punters thought I was a psychotic rent boy.
I should punch myself in the vagina.
Give me strength.
Mr Roper said:
I need to get this off my chest..
Picture the scene, It's late and I'm in a busy takeaway full of pissed up red necks.
So, there I was perched at the counter of this greasy, fried chicken type place. What happened next makes me cringe just typing it. I asked for plain 'grilled' chicken breast with the emphasis on 'plain' and mixed salad (of course it's mixed, its a fking salad). Being sure to point out that I don't want any bread or mayo and to make sure it's grilled and not fried. AND i asked them double up on the salad!
My mate moved away from me like I just dropped a massive st in my pants.
I walked out of there alive....I can only imagine the other punters thought I was a psychotic rent boy.
I should punch myself in the vagina.
Give me strength.
And the embarasment seems to have killed the thread Picture the scene, It's late and I'm in a busy takeaway full of pissed up red necks.
So, there I was perched at the counter of this greasy, fried chicken type place. What happened next makes me cringe just typing it. I asked for plain 'grilled' chicken breast with the emphasis on 'plain' and mixed salad (of course it's mixed, its a f
king salad). Being sure to point out that I don't want any bread or mayo and to make sure it's grilled and not fried. AND i asked them double up on the salad! My mate moved away from me like I just dropped a massive s
t in my pants.I walked out of there alive....I can only imagine the other punters thought I was a psychotic rent boy.
I should punch myself in the vagina.
Give me strength.
Justaredbadge said:
Dicky, the surgeon you mentioned in the evolution vs cretin thread, I don't suppose you recall his name?
Conrad Latto. There were a family Lattos, several of them in General Practice in Caversham to the north of Reading. I didn't know this until one turned up in the obituary pages and I looked them up in the phone book (a while ago) and found several names at a surgery. I rang and was put through and gave my condolences for the loss of the particular Dr Latto in the obituary and the chap I was talking to listened to my story. He then said, "That was me. The obituary was my brother." I should have known because, being a surgeon, he would have been Mr Latto, not Dr. I was so flabbergasted to be speaking to the man who saved my life years before, I just managed to say I would write; which I did. He wrote a lovely letter back. It's one of my treasured possessions. Looking him up just now I find he died in 2008 and it was the Blitz in Plymouth not London where he carried on operating as the hospital fell down around him.DickyC said:
Conrad Latto. There were a family Lattos, several of them in General Practice in Caversham to the north of Reading. I didn't know this until one turned up in the obituary pages and I looked them up in the phone book (a while ago) and found several names at a surgery. I rang and was put through and gave my condolences for the loss of the particular Dr Latto in the obituary and the chap I was talking to listened to my story. He then said, "That was me. The obituary was my brother." I should have known because, being a surgeon, he would have been Mr Latto, not Dr. I was so flabbergasted to be speaking to the man who saved my life years before, I just managed to say I would write; which I did. He wrote a lovely letter back. It's one of my treasured possessions. Looking him up just now I find he died in 2008 and it was the Blitz in Plymouth not London where he carried on operating as the hospital fell down around him.
Thank you.different area for the connection I was hoping to make unfortunately. Good on you for writing though.
My Great-Grandfather was a surgeon in London during WW2. He received a medal for his bravery/service in carrying on operating (literally) whilst the hospital was being bombed.
Obviously a different chap, but the bit you put in the other thread reminded me pf him...
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