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@prettypink wrote:
@esmeralda wrote:
Having been attacked by a gang of yobs one night, resulting in a broken arm, it took me a long time to confess that I didn’t snap my ulna and radius making contact with the chief assailant’s lantern jaw – but by tripping over my bag as I threw a right hook, and landed in a heap on the pavement. :oops:
lol! (Bless) Im only laughing at the end bit :lol:
Oh gawd, Pinks, the night got even worse after that. :lol: My then boyfriend, took me to A&E where I was taken off into a room by a male nurse and (as I later realised) abused. We were completely alone, and he insisted on stroking me and fondling my hair and saying that I was Trilby to his Svengali..jeez it was surreal. It took forever to get my arm plastered by this creep. I never told a soul about it, until I was able to point the geezer out to my husband, umpty years later when I was a patient in the same hospital.
@Forget Me Not wrote:
I remember been chased by about ten bullies in high school, I was running away and one of them tripped me up, I fell over and landed on my wrist, breaking it. They just laughed, kicked me a few times and left me lying there in excrutiating pain. it was in an out of the way part of the building and school had just ended. I couldn’t move for the pain, it was a long time before I was found by a mate who had stayed behind to finish off some work. It was then I realised the true importance of good friends, he brought me to the first aid point and stayed with me as they put my arm in a sling
A rotten experience FMN. I wonder if these people ever look back with regret at the misery and despair they caused at school – I doubt it somehow.
i worked in graftons bakery shop when i was 16. at lunchtime i used to have a gi normous sarnie and half a jam n cream cake fa dinner and never pay fa em like we was sposed too. also at closing time whilst the dragon of a manageress was checkin we had tided up properly i used to help meself to 40 fags from the fag machine. :D
@pats wrote:
i worked in graftons bakery shop when i was 16. at lunchtime i used to have a gi normous sarnie and half a jam n cream cake fa dinner and never pay fa em like we was sposed too. also at closing time whilst the dragon of a manageress was checkin we had tided up properly i used to help meself to 40 fags from the fag machine. :D
Love it! :lol: :lol:
@pats wrote:
i worked in graftons bakery shop when i was 16. at lunchtime i used to have a gi normous sarnie and half a jam n cream cake fa dinner and never pay fa em like we was sposed too. also at closing time whilst the dragon of a manageress was checkin we had tided up properly i used to help meself to 40 fags from the fag machine. :D
Pats, I’m extremely disappointed in you….
….you only managed to scoff HALF a jam n’ cream cake? :shock:
@esmeralda wrote:
by a male nurse and (as I later realised) abused. We were completely alone, and he insisted on stroking me and fondling my hair and saying that I was Trilby to his Svengali..jeez it was surreal.
@esmeralda wrote:
@pats wrote:
i worked in graftons bakery shop when i was 16. at lunchtime i used to have a gi normous sarnie and half a jam n cream cake fa dinner and never pay fa em like we was sposed too. also at closing time whilst the dragon of a manageress was checkin we had tided up properly i used to help meself to 40 fags from the fag machine. :D
Pats, I’m extremely disappointed in you….
….you only managed to scoff HALF a jam n’ cream cake? :shock:
Esmeralda…. I’m extremely disapointed in you……
………. you mean you only got as far as a quick grope…. :shock:
When me and my mate worked in a newsagents when we were 14 we used to have “happy hour” every saturday between 12 and 1 when the boss left us alone. All our mates would come in and help themselves! I didnt smoke at the time, but cant believe the fags we used to give away!
We got the sack when the stock take revealed a missing sum of £4000.00!
So we went to work in the chippy together, and used to add up the totals of everybodies orders in our heads and keep the money.
Needless to say got the sack pretty swiftly from there too!
In 1992 I started taking Spanish classes after work just to be in the same building where “a doctor I was in love with” had his surgery…. :roll: …what happened? nothing …never crossed paths with “my doctor” whilst taking the 9 month Spanish course :lol: and ended up in love with one of my teachers…a Chilean guy…almost married him…did not end well though…but that’s another story…. :wink:
By the way, my Spanish improved a lot…so the idea was not all bad after all…. :wink:
pink, pats and shaz..what a bunch of thieving bas.tards :lol: :lol:
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