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Years ago when I was in my early twenties I was stick thin. Having eaten one of my mums large dinners I felt a bit bloated so undone the button on my fashionable pencil skirt. A Little while later my boyfriend and I took a video back to the hire shop (thats how long ago it was!) in his van. Parking on yellow lines in the busy high street I nipped out to drop off the video and low and behold my skirt fell down, right down to the ground not just a little slip. There was I in the middle of the street ,skirt around my ankles with black stockings on. Mortified I turned around for some support but unawares he had driven off round the block, had to pick up my skirt and dress myself in full view of a busy high street. I was so embarressed it took me ages to tell him that night and then he creased himself laughing with no thought for my prediciment. Thank god I didnt marry him! Mind you I can laugh now. Penny

Andy cocker, if I had been one of those middle aged ladies I would have thought my luck was in lol. Terri

I was about 6 or 7 & sitting crossed legged in the middle of a row of children in my junior school. It was the end of the lords prayer & having possibly eaten a large amount of baked beans the previous evening, I started to feel a little...er....windy. Well, you know when you try to let a discreet little parp out ? Well, mine Vibrated on the floor. you know....Bloooop ! Even the Headmaster paused for a second. I remember feigning innocence, but all I could hear was "Urgh Elaines Farted ! ", " Eeeerrr it was you ! " ahhh memories ! LOL:o)) Elaine x

AND YOU WAS SO QUIET AT MANCHESTER.

and there was me thinking it would involve fluffy rabbit ears andy lol

OK, anybody got any embarrassing stories that have happened to them and which they don’t mind sharing? Typically mine involves alcohol and a birthday bash (sorry it's a bit long!). Was the beginning of July, back in 2001, and I had flown over from Germany to my mate’s place near Oxford. We went to someone’s BBQ in the afternoon, and the old fruit punch was flowing. Very nice it was too and knocked back a few, whilst not taking too much notice of the copious amounts of gin, vodka, red wine and fruit juice being poured into the mixing bowl. After that went to a couple of local pubs before getting a taxi into Oxford. Went to Chicago Rock café and we were stood about for a bit but then the drink started to take hold. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied some girls dancing and decided it was time for me to strut my funky stuff (my dancing is probably on a par with David Brent). So, I just bowled on in there and thankfully didn’t send everyone fleeing to the other side of the room. By the time I decided to have another drink, I couldn’t see my mates (that probably says something) and I noticed that my cash was running low. So, I wandered out and went to the cash machine, however upon returning, I couldn’t get back in; the bouncer said that they were not letting anyone else in (England is not like Germany and you can’t just wander in anywhere at any time of the night!). I didn’t argue with the bouncer as I knew we were all meeting up later at the house, where we had the BBQ earlier. I caught a taxi back (£40, ouch) and managed to find the house, however there was no-one in so my plan had backfired. In a slightly confused state, I decided to head back for my mate’s house where I was staying (though I know not why as he and the others wouldn’t have got back yet). However, ended up getting lost and so I flagged down a lift and tried telling the driver where I needed to go. He wasn’t sure where the housing estate was so we ended up driving all over town, stopping and asking people until we eventually found the house. I was privately hoping that my mates had got back but there was no-one home, so was locked out and the only thing I could do was go to sleep for the night on the drive-way, huddling under my mate’s car! Managed a few hours sleep but my mates didn’t come back and I woke up early the next morning and wandered into town in order to kill a few hours. Made my way back around midday and my mates had arrived home by then (they had slept over at someone elses house) and wondered what the hell had happened to me! I had my camera with me that night and after getting the photos back, I had clearly had my beer goggles on that night as the women I was dancing with were, ahem, shall we say a little middle-aged! My mate said it looked like I had gatecrashed a WI meeting! Lesson has been learned somewhat from that night….

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