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» Out of my depth

Oh the humiliation.
In the first year of secondary school I volunteered to sing in a Christmas show, I believe i was motivated by testosterone. Anyway I had one hours practice of the song and was deemed ready to perform infront of around two hundred. As I sat on the stage I got more and more nervous and by the time it was my turn I was a quivering ball of flesh, after falling down the steps from the stage I was ready to die but I perserved only to faint into the lap of the headmaster during the first chorus. Needless to say I moved county.
(Thu 14th Oct 2004, 18:03, More)

» Child Labour

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One summer I got a job on a farm, I spent five days shovelling various kind of animal shit. Saturday I go to collect my pay and the farmer tells me I owe him money. Wait a minute I think, this is not how it is supposed to work. Turns out I was being charged for cups of tea and lunch that his wife had kindly offered to make me, for a rusty old spade that had literally dropped to pieces when I had picked it up, for the diesel he had to use to go and buy another spade and whole load of other little thing that were supposedly my fault. Long story short, I didn’t pay but I didn’t get paid either.
(Fri 17th Feb 2006, 17:10, More)

» Walkman Flashbacks

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Whenever I hear that Christmas classic "We Three Kings" I get all dizzy and light headed. During my first year of comprehensive school my music teacher bullied me into doing a solo in front of all the parents and teachers. Being a little nervous about it my singing is not up to my usual standard, in fact it is quite awful, I’m singing in the wrong key with a really wobbly voice and mumbling some random words, I start panicking and begin to sing faster, so fast that I lose my breath and faint, in the process I fall off the stage and into the head teacher’s lap.

Apologies for length
(Thu 24th Mar 2005, 12:25, More)

» My Worst Date

Really bad with faces
New Years Eve and I'm so drunk I can hardly see, it's dark and someone thrusts a girl into my arms. I procede to get off with her and get her number and promise to go out with her. The big day comes around and I cant even remember what she looks like, still I though if she turns up i'll recognize her... I didnt. Spent half an hour standing around like a twat before ringing her... only to find that she was standing about ten metres away. She hadn't recognised me either. Only went down hill from there.
(Fri 22nd Oct 2004, 11:46, More)

» Pretentious bollocks

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I once endured six hours of freezing cold rain and bitter gusty winds on Tynemouth beach in the middle of winter watching my flatmate pile mounds of sand into the word "RETURN". So intent on finding perfection was he that he forgot about the light, thus when he had it finished it was pitch black and his flash was so weak you couldnt see it on the photographs, I do believe he got a first, I however got a cold. Expletive.
(Thu 29th Sep 2005, 16:31, More)
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