I confess...

A towel I imagine. I've done the same though, heart sinking in the locker room, although there's a certain amusement that comes from spending a whole day commando

Try spending a whole day at work wearing your girlfriend's pants. That gives a certain frission to the day, I can tell you.

^ What did you wear to get to the shower?

Cycling kit, but I did spend the rest of the day commando.

Try spending a whole day at work wearing your girlfriend's pants. That gives a certain frission to the day, I can tell you.

Interesting plan, perhaps I'll have to "accidentally" take a pair of her pants in thinking that they're mine.

How long can I possibly keep wearing the same grotty pair of pants I keep at work?

^ If you haven't turned them inside out yet then you've got at least another two weeks...

And then inside-out back-to-front.

You've got another month of wear.

... I am having an afternoon of nostalgia and listening to the punk and ska I was familiar with in the 90s.

Sadly the 70's and early 80's for me...

He's Canadian, they didn't get punk or ska till the 90s

Canadian eh? Say no more (eh).

When I buy several things from Wiggle, I put them through as separate orders to get more Haribo.

I've developed a taste for alcoholic ginger beer in this hot weather.

I some times quite often laugh at people performing on Songs of Praise.

I wrote this all from memory, I did not look up any plot lines etc. I am afraid I know every episode of Thunderbirds back to front, inside out and can probably quote lots of lines.

I used to fancy Scott Tracy but really wanted to marry Captain Scarlet.

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I some times quite often laugh at people performing on Songs of Praise.

And rightly so, religious types give me the willies.

Edit: and so do Dr. Who fans.

One of my mates once came round to my house on a Sunday for a computer game session. At some stage, flicking through the TV channels I noticed Songs of Praise. "AWWW YISS! Songs of Praise is on!", I said, and started singing along with it and trying to get him to join in. He politely declined. The whole episode must have been weighing heavily on his mind because several weeks later he took me aside with a worried expression and asked me to confirm that I was just having a laugh. Turns out he'd asking all our mutual friends what they thought about the incident as he was worried I'd suddenly joined some cult.

Obviously I replied "nah, mate, I fucking love Songs of Praise. Come over next Sunday and I'll explain why". He never did.

I've developed a taste for alcoholic ginger beer in this hot weather.

Same, brewing your own?

ginger beer is the best drink ever! jamaican is the only one im talking about though

Nah, just buying it.

ginger beer is the best drink ever! jamaican is the only one im talking about though

Noooo old Jamaica is way too sweet.

Nah, just buying it.

Oh, then that should be the damn confession!

One of my mates once came round to my house on a Sunday for a computer game session. At some stage, flicking through the TV channels I noticed Songs of Praise. "AWWW YISS! Songs of Praise is on!", I said, and started singing along with it and trying to get him to join in. He politely declined. The whole episode must have been weighing heavily on his mind because several weeks later he took me aside with a worried expression and asked me to confirm that I was just having a laugh. Turns out he'd asking all our mutual friends what they thought about the incident as he was worried I'd suddenly joined some cult.

Obviously I replied "nah, mate, I fucking love Songs of Praise. Come over next Sunday and I'll explain why". He never did.

^ Hahaha! There is something quite comforting about a hymn, if you grew up singing them all the time.

Now, there's a moral in that story of yours Boffers...

It kinda is the confession.

Same, brewing your own?

^ Recipe?

I has homebrew shiz, not sure what's required.

Noooo old Jamaica is way too sweet.

This weekend's confession - I set off home from the train station on Saturday night making my way back to Cycliste's flat. Unfortunately, I forgot that I was in Switzerland and they drive/ride on the right hand side of the road over there. I'm not sure who was the more surprised - me or the car driver.