» The nicest thing someone's ever done for me

My necklace...
My died died about 10years ago and my mum passed on to me his Krugerrand necklace (1oz solid fine gold coin for those who don't know). Only wear it for special occasions and occasionally when I go out.

Anyway... Because the coin is weighty, the clasp on the gold chain isn't strong enough to support the weight. Dancing on a dance floor one night, strutting my stuff under the influence, I didn't feel the chain break and the necklace and coin rolled away under the feet of others.

When I realised it was missing standing at the side of the dance floor I went into mega panic mode. I thought I had lost the one thing that when I wear, feels like my dad is standing by my side.

Not 5 minutes later, a stranger walks up - also rather well gone and just said, "I don't know why but I feel this is yours" and held out his hand with my necklace in his palm.

I have never felt such relief and it was purely by chance it happened. Bought him his drinks for the rest of the night to say thank you.

I know it's not the biggest thing in the world but to me it was one of the nicest things anyone has done for me as most could make £500+ selling it in the gold market although regardless of the monetary value, it's priceless in my eyes!

There are some nice people out there who would never dream of taking something of someone else's. I am glad I would never and always have been like that and that night I'm glad he was too!

Upgraded the chain after. Am a lot more careful of it now.

Length? About 22 inches of pure gold with an ounce of gold bullion.
(Thu 2nd Oct 2008, 21:49, More)

» Dumb things you've done

Works do
Last night. Works Christmas party. Memory goes blank at 7pm after drinking since 12. Numerous things I've been told I've done and had a good laugh at the office. All that aside, I live 30yrds from the pub we went to. I somehow caught the train home. I got on said train after forcing it to stop as I was for some reason walking alongside the tracks in the middle of nowhere! My memory comes back with me hiding in a bush hoping the driver wouldn't see me. My hands are still covered in thorns and scrapes.

Length - about 4 carriages.
(Fri 21st Dec 2007, 22:12, More)

» Puns

It's true... It happened
My flatmate was talking to his sister's boyfriend last week and he was explaining to him what a bad effect the current economic downturn was having on his job as a roof contractor.

Unknowlingly, my flat mate came out with "Sounds like a roofless industry to be working in..."

Had no idea he's said it till his sister turned round and hi-5'd him!
(Wed 11th Mar 2009, 20:41, More)

» Public Transport Trauma

I don't remember...
All I know is I'd just learnt how to (or how not to) drink at the ripe old age of 17. After 3 lagers, a double barcardi, 2 double vodka's and 4 quadruple Bells we headed to the kebab
shop. As the cold winter air hit my face, my friends told me they helped me across the road. They couldn't make me stand so propped me against a bin. The bus came and they came outside the kebab shop with their chips. I was somehow in the bin. They got my money and paid for the bus. Thats the last of the known story.

I awoke on the kitchen floor surrounded by towels. After thinking - phew - what a state I was in but at least I was coherent enough to not wake my family or cause any damage I went to nurse my hangover in bed.
My mum knocked about lunch time with a cup of tea. "Can you remember your night last night?" were the first words mentioned. "Yes, mum, it was great!" Came the reply.
So you remember the ambulance? "no?". The police? "no?".

From what I gather, the police knocked at my mums door at 2am telling her to come pick up her drunk son. She fobbed it off to my sis and her then bf who followed the police down the road. They saw me being nursed by an ambulance crew who didn't want my in the back of their van due to me being covered in so much vomit. They took me home and dumped me in the kitchen covered in towels so I didn't spew on the floor.

From what I gather, this must have been the worst bus journey of my life. I only made it half way home and have never, 8 years later, been able to remember if I got off the bus to spew or if I spewed and was kicked off the bus into the petrol station before passing out in the middle of the forecourt.

Must have been great for the passengers! Not done it again since but have seen many similar incidents in the fair old land of Croydon!

Length: about one nice warm regurgitated microwave lasagna over cream jeans and my fave shirt!
(Fri 30th May 2008, 1:08, More)

» Conned

Curry's
I can remember when I was younger, my dad bought me a portable cd player which came with portable speakers. Was so chuffed but the cd player soon broke so we went to return it. Being honest, I returned everything in the box. When we got back to the car, my dad asked me if I'd kept the speakers as they didn't check the box. When I said no, he returned to the shop (Curry's I think) and claimed he'd left something in the box. The bloke on the desk led him to the store room to look for it and sneaky sneaky, my dad took the speakers out the box and returned them to me as a 'free' gift! Not his problem if they didn't check the box and didn't question my dad walking out with 2 speakers in his hands!
What a con! What a dad! :)

*first post virgin
(Sun 21st Oct 2007, 20:17, More)