Strangest place youve been in?

#1
For me inside a comppany called dial team near the cotton exchange in Liverpool putting in a telco cct. A bunch of fat exbh0okers with faces like a fitters tool bag. Breathhing heavy due 6o heaving their fat carcass up a few flights of stairs as the lift was U/S. This is what gives them the heavy breathing for the phone calls. Mate had to go into the main call center and seen one of the bloaters on t e phone with her hands down the pants. So if your into phone sex just thuink that its Vanessa Fletz on the other end!
 
#2
brettarider said:
For me inside a comppany called dial team near the cotton exchange in Liverpool putting in a telco cct. A bunch of fat exbh0okers with faces like a fitters tool bag. Breathhing heavy due 6o heaving their fat carcass up a few flights of stairs as the lift was U/S. This is what gives them the heavy breathing for the phone calls. Mate had to go into the main call center and seen one of the bloaters on t e phone with her hands down the pants. So if your into phone sex just thuink that its Vanessa Fletz on the other end!
Thanks for sharing that one, Brett. I shall now have nightmares!

I was going to add "The NAAFI Forum" but I won't!

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#3
brettarider said:
Strangest place you've been in?
Your Mum's Garry Glitter!!
 
#4
Found myself delivering some washing machines to a male "spa" in South London. Found the two fitters sat on a wall outside and they told me I needed to see the owner inside.
So I wanders inside and find myself surrounded by paintings of blokes doing ungodly things to eachother, the chairs and stuff filled with batty boys lounging around in towels. The manager minces over and I make sure he knows immediately that I'm there to deliver goods not deliver THE goods. Never quite gotten over it.

Also went to Gay Pride quite a few years back with a lesbian mate of mine. That was a weird one, like a convention for Village People fans. Blokes with moustaches in PVC on stilts. Christ I wish I wasn't driving that day so I could've had a drink to forget it all.
 
#5
mac_uk

Just admit it, you really wanna come out don't you?

Just tell the world, you will feel alot better for it!
 
#7
Abseiled down a well once to deal with a suspect munition. The ascending was the fun part.
 
#8
mac_uk said:
Found myself delivering some washing machines to a male "spa" in South London. Found the two fitters sat on a wall outside and they told me I needed to see the owner inside.
So I wanders inside and find myself surrounded by paintings of blokes doing ungodly things to eachother, the chairs and stuff filled with batty boys lounging around in towels. The manager minces over and I make sure he knows immediately that I'm there to deliver goods not deliver THE goods. Never quite gotten over it.

Also went to Gay Pride quite a few years back with a lesbian mate of mine. That was a weird one, like a convention for Village People fans. Blokes with moustaches in PVC on stilts. Christ I wish I wasn't driving that day so I could've had a drink to forget it all.
I agree with Windsor Davies (bit of a gay icon to choose for your avatar though :wink: ) you deliver goods to 'special' clubs and go to Gay Pride because of gay friends :roll: - you are a roaring woofter, admit it...
 
#9
hellfyyr said:
mac_uk said:
bohs_man said:
BaggyInBlack said:
Yea, they just set it up and it runs itself...dead easy :)
Now Baggy, a little story for you.
A couple of years ago on ex in Hameln i was detailed to contact ** sqn ops ref a detail.Off i go to the rad ops tent, spoke to rad op and asked him to establish comms with said sqn.
Rad op then removed a mobile phone from his pocket,speed dialled his mate in the other sqn and then handed his mobile to me! WTF!
His det commander was'nt too bothered either!
Seems Vodaphone beats Clansman/Bowman every time!
To be honest, that is seriously bad drills. I thought the point of excercise was to practice your particular trade in a tactical enviroment, lazy fcuker.
Almost make me ashamed to be gay. Oh, sorry, nothing could possibly make you ashamed to be gay.
Crossed-dressing flags of the Gods
Coming out on a diffrent thread, Jesus...
I rest my case...
 
#10
South Korea - the place stinks of stuff called Kimchi and eveyone eats so much it actually comes through the pores of their skin - garlic, chilli and fermented cabbage (or turnip FFS). And you don't want to know what the main course is. :twisted:

I lived on Wendyburgers and chilli from a bar owned by an ex-Army septic.

Good looking chicks (old bints are tucked away at home - no fcuking equal rights for ugly women nonsense there :D ) but they reek to high heaven.
 
#11
Not sure if it was absolutely the strangest place but I remember arriving in Boston after a very long flight and journey. Dog tired, my friend took me to her boyfriend's bar. It was in fact a strip club. A very seedy strip club which was the only building still standing for two blocks all around. My friend wasn't a stripper, she worked behind the bar. She wouldn't have fitted in anyway because all the strippers were black as were all the customers, a freckly redhead was probably not their cup of tea at all.
Having watched all the strippers acts, I asked if I could get my head down anywhere as I was tired out. The only place available was the strippers dressing room. Appropriately named because they kept coming back in to get dressed!

Not very erotic at all.....

edit to add:

Amazingly it still exists! Might not be at the same location though. It was twenty years ago I was there.
Look it up: Aga's Highland Tap

(Never did work out what that was supposed to mean. It was run by a Greek family. Agamemnon?)
 
#12
In a bar in Rotterdam that was fitted out like the inside of a volcano - fake rocks, fake lava stream in the corner etc. The bar man actually had a bald head and a genuine milky eye and the "waitresses" ( it was one of "those" bars) all wore skirts made of bin-bag material.

Need to get out more I know...
 
#14
Freetown dock senagal on way to FALKLANDS 82. Gurkhas throwing things at the locals who would eat anything, so the gukhas did throw just about anything at them tins of compo bars of carbolic soap surprising what damage a bar of soap can do to the head after being thrown from height never seen the gurkhas enjoy them selfs so much without pulling there Kukri out, the locals fought like fcuk for everything that was being thrown at them.
 
#15
It was close to the docks in Rotterdam, WW. Went following a pretty brutal cocktail party on a big grey floating taxi.

Now I think about it, the "waitresses" were a bit mannish.

(sound of penny dropping)

It was around about the time WB was being renovated last, so the chances are that the Self-obsessed Fruitcake Desk was being manned remotely from Rotters.

Just a thought...
 
#16
A golden beach in North Egypt. Where all the men and boys were having fun, and the women were sat in the shallows dressed in thier burka's. Very surreal. Some f8cking religion that.!!!!
 
#17
5.56short said:
In a bar in Rotterdam that was fitted out like the inside of a volcano - fake rocks, fake lava stream in the corner etc. The bar man actually had a bald head and a genuine milky eye and the "waitresses" ( it was one of "those" bars) all wore skirts made of bin-bag material.

Need to get out more I know...
Feck me you need to STAY in more if that's where you go :twisted: :twisted:
 
#19
in a bar in moscow full of Georgians wearing Hugh leather coats with big lumps underneath all looking at moah
 
#20
Vesper said:
At the bottom of a coal mine in Wales with the Royal Navy.
OK Vesps, I admit defeat - :? - after racking my brains for all of, ooh, twenty minutes, I can devise no logical explanation that doesn't involve very small, coal-fired submarines. :?:
Please put me out of my misery.
 

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