So there I was in Electronics Boutique, buying the incredible game Medal of Honor (any spare time I did have is now consumed with Multiplayer Medal of honor MADNESS), when the shop assistant checks my overused credit card, turns to me and says, “Wow, not THE Simon XXXXXXX, surely? Not the one who got Joke of the Month in FHM?” I brimmed with pride, and confirmed that I was the one, yes, and thank you for noticing.
FAME. I’ve just had my 15 minutes.
Finally fame at last…. even if it is from a checkout girl!
Well, quite. It was a bloke, but that’s being picky…
NOT THE SAME GUY THAT LOCKED HIMSELF OUT OF HIS HOTEL ROOM ON HOLIDAY!!
Oh, very droll.
OH MY GOODNESS!! NOT THE SAME GUY WHO STOLE A PACK OF WINE GUMS FROM THE SCHOOL TUCK SHOP AND WAS THEN FORCED TO RUN UP AND DOWN HIS HOUSE CORRIDOR WITH AN ONION SHOVED UP HIS A***?
Medal of honour goes to Dad for trouncing Son thoroughly over 5 sets of 10 mins at first attempt – the house was ringing with explosions – so I thought ‘If you can’t beat them….’ But I was wrong!
Why is it whenever Jac writes something rude one of parents is behind the next comment.