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Re: Re: Re: prendy by Kid on 2004-07-09 17:05:20
Let me take you back, if I can, to the summer of 1999, when Wash and I were abroad in France looking after children in the mornings and doing nothing at all in the afternoons. We used to wander a bit, and one day found some really cheap orangeade (Think Fanta without the Fan) called Jojo). That was the first day we really played with the beach, and we buried the cans so they looked like evil sand eyes (or breasts - we were young) and then laughed a lot. There are photos of that.
Anyway, a couple of days later, I turned to Wash while we were changing to go out on a night, and asked him "Do you know Christopher Bairstow?" and then started laughing. Literally 5 minutes later I had calmed enough to ask again "Do you know Christopher Bairstow?" and started laughing again. This time, however, I managed to stammer "You're his ass!" at Wash!.
He was at this point, none the wiser. Said Christopher Bairstow was a slightly chubby kid with whom I went to school up to aged 9 and hadn't seen since, but whose name was dragged up and through the mud, to much amusement. Like Prendy's tonight.
However, the Bairstow legend does not end there. 2 years later, recounting the story to a friend, it turns out he is related to Bairstow. (Scary coincidence 1). A year or so after, it turns out that our favourite colleague in French lessons, Myers, used to be good friends with 'Spud' Bairstow. It was too much. The story is too legendary to leave, so here it is for the public to see. If ever Wash and I are not comprehended by someone, it is probably something related to, or similar to, this.
We were robbed tonight. Of about £4. Damn them all to hell.
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| Re: Re: Re: Re: prendy by Wash! on 2004-07-09 17:11:18 | Reply to this | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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1. Do not think he was exaggerating when he said he was laughing for 5 minutes. It had got to the point where i was bored, and started to carry on getting ready. When the punchline was thrown at me, though, the evening took on a new course... as did the rest of our lives. 2. We did indeed bury cans of Jojo in the beach, but later returned, a couple of days later, to write in the sand: "Christopher Bairstow's Ass". Kid took a photo of it, and kept it in his wallet... ("Waldo")... for years after! 3. We put £4 on the pool table to reserve what should have been a nights-worth of games. The previous player had away with it, leaving us skint... though highly amused.
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