Lies, lies, lies...
I was once given a gold medal by my Grandma which she had one at a local bowles match, I thought it might be a good idea to take it into primary school to show my friends and as they were all quite interested the story got some how muddled (I lied through my teeth), it went from my Gran and I both playing to just me triumphantly overcoming the odds and winning gold. At some point the Headmaster came over and saw the medal, snatched it and walked off, I assumed (never do this) that he had confiscated it because of my blatant lies, oh no.

So there we were in assembly, when he announced to us how we had a champion bowles player attending the school, oh shit.

I had to stand up and fabricate the whole thing, in front of my entire school and my sister as well who knew full well it was bullshit, as to how I'd won. I almost thought I'd got away with it until I mistakenly said the small white ball was a Jill instead of a Jack. I wanted the ground to swallow me.

Lesson learned.
( SauronWibble I'll hold it, you lick it..., Thu 21 Oct 2004, 13:50, Reply)