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MadCaptainJack said:
(I wanted to post this two weeks ago but PH forced me to wait 14 days after registering. 
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I love the period between Christmas and going back to work in January. After the frenzy of card-sending, present-buying, Christmas food shopping, and the phone calls and Facetimes, it's great to relax a bit, and ponder important questions about the year ahead, like "Should I find a new job?", "Where should we go on holiday this year?" and "I wonder which would be more fun: a McLaren GT or a Caterham Super Seven 1600?"
My research on that last item eventually led me to Pistonheads where, on a whim, I decided to browse the forums. I came across the "PH Legendary Threads" topic and, scanning down the list, read a few that looked interesting.
"Harry Flashman's Night Out," I thought to myself. "I wonder if that's some scandalous report of Prince Harry's clubhopping antics before he settled down with Megan..."
Not that Harry, as it turned out, but amusing nonetheless. I chuckled and thought to myself, "Haha, that sounds like the sort of thing my old flatmate would do!"
And then I paused.
And frowned.
And re-read the post.
Married... Renovating a house... When was this posted? Hmmm, I remember seeing some photos of a renovation job on the house he had before his current one. Nearly 40... A wife who would get angry/amused at such antics...
This is ticking a lot of boxes!
So I click on Flashman's name to look at his profile and What Do I Find but a picture of my old flatmate's Morgan, with its memorable reg plate! (Which he once drunkenly lent me when the alternator on my crappy Vectra failed just as I was setting off on a 270-mile round trip.)
So folks, if anyone thought Harry was making this story up, rest assured that this is exactly the sort of antics he used to regularly get up to when I lived in his spare room, in what became known amongst our friends as the Bachelor Pad of Doom!
Holy hell mate: how are you???! )I love the period between Christmas and going back to work in January. After the frenzy of card-sending, present-buying, Christmas food shopping, and the phone calls and Facetimes, it's great to relax a bit, and ponder important questions about the year ahead, like "Should I find a new job?", "Where should we go on holiday this year?" and "I wonder which would be more fun: a McLaren GT or a Caterham Super Seven 1600?"
My research on that last item eventually led me to Pistonheads where, on a whim, I decided to browse the forums. I came across the "PH Legendary Threads" topic and, scanning down the list, read a few that looked interesting.
"Harry Flashman's Night Out," I thought to myself. "I wonder if that's some scandalous report of Prince Harry's clubhopping antics before he settled down with Megan..."
Not that Harry, as it turned out, but amusing nonetheless. I chuckled and thought to myself, "Haha, that sounds like the sort of thing my old flatmate would do!"
And then I paused.
And frowned.
And re-read the post.
Married... Renovating a house... When was this posted? Hmmm, I remember seeing some photos of a renovation job on the house he had before his current one. Nearly 40... A wife who would get angry/amused at such antics...
This is ticking a lot of boxes!
So I click on Flashman's name to look at his profile and What Do I Find but a picture of my old flatmate's Morgan, with its memorable reg plate! (Which he once drunkenly lent me when the alternator on my crappy Vectra failed just as I was setting off on a 270-mile round trip.)
So folks, if anyone thought Harry was making this story up, rest assured that this is exactly the sort of antics he used to regularly get up to when I lived in his spare room, in what became known amongst our friends as the Bachelor Pad of Doom!
We are knee deep in new baby, but would love to be back in touch.
And let's not pretend you were an angel. We did some fun stuff whilst out befire we were Dads.
Jack actually has saved my arse on many, many occasions. Including getting me onto a flight by flashing his military ID when I was truly wasted. Got me to Ibiza. Yes. Really.
Miss you, brother.
t outside our home - yes in the rain - and be ready to use a shiny slashy stabby thing if i even tried to appeal to her better side, never mind tried to get back inside.Lady F has been a partner in crime for much of the stupid stuff I used to get up to many years ago, which is why she forgives my occasional slips. Although since we had the first daughter nearly 3 years ago, life has been a great deal quieter.
I mean, my recent threads are about home and garden improvement, and whether I should buy a Ferrari or an electric car because I have children and my life is over. Proper mid life stuff.
I am half the man I was (except weight-wise, where I am 25% more than the man I was).
Jack, by the way, the night in question on this thread was MM's stag celebration. Just him, Ben and me. It was bad. I was banned from The Shard for a year, amongst other things.
I mean, my recent threads are about home and garden improvement, and whether I should buy a Ferrari or an electric car because I have children and my life is over. Proper mid life stuff.
I am half the man I was (except weight-wise, where I am 25% more than the man I was).
Jack, by the way, the night in question on this thread was MM's stag celebration. Just him, Ben and me. It was bad. I was banned from The Shard for a year, amongst other things.
Edited by Harry Flashman on Wednesday 13th January 19:49
Just how the hell do you manage to get banned from the Shard for a year?!?!??!
The closest i came to ending up in the dog house was to go out for "a couple of beers" on a Friday afternoon after work, with a guy i worked with as a thank you for taking him into work for a couple of months when he didn't have a car, well we left work at 12pm and the idea was that i'd meet Mrs Bobbers at 5pm where she worked to take me home, we were in Eastleigh where she worked in an office, my drinking partner was a Rhodesian guy called Gary who could drink like a fish, and i have vague memories of turning up before 5pm slurring, staggering and making no sense what so ever, to be greeted by Mrs Bobbers boss, one of the owners of the business, who found it very amusing that i couldn't even stand up let alone string a sentence together, he apparently sat me in a quiet office with a blanket over me until she'd finished and then helped her get me donwstairs and into her car, he even offered to take me home for her if she couldn't cope!!!
Harry Flashman said:
Holy hell mate: how are you???!
We are knee deep in new baby, but would love to be back in touch.
I'm good. Obviously been a bit distracted since the last time I saw you but things have settled down a bit (still keeping our fingers firmly crossed, though). We are knee deep in new baby, but would love to be back in touch.
Lady F told the Wife about the new arrival. Congratulations! When this whole pandemic is done with, I feel an evening of cigars and champagne is long overdue!
Harry said:
And let's not pretend you were an angel. We did some fun stuff whilst out befire we were Dads.
I have no idea what you're talking about. I am - and have always been - the very model of probity and sobriety. 
Harry said:
Jack actually has saved my arse on many, many occasions. Including getting me onto a flight by flashing his military ID when I was truly wasted. Got me to Ibiza. Yes. Really.
Miss you, brother.
Getting you to Ibiza was easy. Getting you BACK was a lot more stressful!! Miss you, brother.
I was just thinking that, in some ways, we're right back where we started 22 years ago. I'm living just a few miles from where I was living then, you're living just a few miles from where you were living then, and we're back online!
Harry said:
Jack, by the way, the night in question on this thread was MM's stag celebration. Just him, Ben and me. It was bad. I was banned from The Shard for a year, amongst other things.
Did you get an ASBO?! Please tell me you got an ASBO! 
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