In a discussion today with one of the cnuts from this site and former same capbadge wearer, we were yapping about low points in our lives. it reminded me of a time only a year or two after I'd left the service of her Majesty thinking that I was an overnight rockerfella and full time dude. Reality son hit and I ended up well and truly skint. Lots of pants things happened, but one particularly memorable point was the Mrs announcing it was rag week, and I didn't have a single pfennig to nip out and get her some jam rags. Short of kneeling down and necking a full periods worth I had little choice but to call a pal and tell him the story. He tipped up in ten minutes flat, but instead of lending me a few quid, the jack cnut lobbed me a box of cnut plugs and announced that I'd never forget the day I had to be bailed out to the tune of a tampon........ He was right. Two days later I had an interview, as it happens this was he point where life began to change, so in reflection I guess I should thank him. Smart pressed suit, immaculate shirt and tie and well polished shoes...... only problem was the sole was hanging off the shoe and my sock was touching the floor....... My oppo said he'd drive me to Manchester as I didn't have the train fayre..... he saw my shoes, laughed at me and told me he'd sort it. We ended up at Shoemarket, in the welfare section and he bought me a pair of Â£8 patent leather slip on black shoes with a big fcuk off silver buckle....... I had no choice but to wear them, i looked like I was going to a Micheal Jackson love in or a Showaddywaddy concert. Every fcuker stared at them and I felt like I had the worlds blingiest gondolas welded to my feet. Looking back they were really pants times, even moreso knowing I was the butt of his jokes and ridicule for the next few years. What are other Arsers low points?