Oh very dear...
this could have worked into last weeks QOTW - infact in reality it should consign its self to the depths of my alcohol riddled brain, to be forgotten forever - like maths and my basic command of etiquette.

However, the brain box has been wired to regulalry recall such cringe worthy episodes it technicolour brilliantness... any who, I'll quit waffling.

I was about 11, cute, short with blonde curtains and a fetching undercut.

the object of my desires was a girl we shall name francis - tall, glossy brunette (that sounds like I'm describing a crufts champion) intelligent and rich... she was a good friend, but I wanted more - I'm not sure exactly what my impressionable 11 year old mind wanted exactly, but I really wanted to hold her hand.

So a plan was etched - yes, it would be sure to win her over - a tape.

Now, this was not going to be the usual hogwash, oh no - *starts actually cringing... Opening with the 'The Final Countdown' leading into - oh god...

me playing the violin
me singing - I can't and couldn't - songs from Oliver, accompanied by my gay friend on the piano...

a plan was hatched to post this through her door wrapped in a love letter with some daisies...

a plan that we carried out, I still wonder if she has that tape - ready to be pulled out the next time I'm on tv...

oh the stalking - bombareded her with 4 letters... one of which resulted in me getting a slap.

remained friends though - I might hunt her down on tinernet later...

length - about 9 minutes
(feedingtimeatthezoo day 1 of his bikini diet started, Thu 7 Feb 2008, 15:40, Reply)