What was the daftest thing you did when besotted with love?
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When I first started going out with my future wife I lived in Hatfield and she lived in Radlett and the distance between then was about 9 miles along various A and B roads. I had just written off my Ford RS200, or was it an X reg Morris Ital 1.3SLX estate, I forget now 
... and being a poor student had no way of getting there when I wanted to (ie whenever the hormones got the better of me, which was all the time considering I was 20).
So I put on my Sony Walkman tape player (the bees knees in those days kids) with Marillion pumping out and walked it. All 9 miles of it.
One night we had an argument and I walked off in a huff after 20 minutes. 18 miles in total, 6 hours and no shag. And it was in woodland with no pavements for most of the way. The woods were spooky and whenever an XR2 boy went by with his spotlights (whatever happened to spotlights?) on full beam I couldn't see for minutes afterwards.
What has being in love made you do?
Regards
Andy
... and being a poor student had no way of getting there when I wanted to (ie whenever the hormones got the better of me, which was all the time considering I was 20).So I put on my Sony Walkman tape player (the bees knees in those days kids) with Marillion pumping out and walked it. All 9 miles of it.
One night we had an argument and I walked off in a huff after 20 minutes. 18 miles in total, 6 hours and no shag. And it was in woodland with no pavements for most of the way. The woods were spooky and whenever an XR2 boy went by with his spotlights (whatever happened to spotlights?) on full beam I couldn't see for minutes afterwards.
What has being in love made you do?
Regards
Andy
Steamer said:
zakelwe said:
I had just written off my Ford RS200, or was it an X reg Morris Ital 1.3SLX estate, I forget now
You 'Forget' ? Women come and go - but I wouldnt forget if it was an RS200 (I think you mean 2000) or an... excuse me...
Ital.
C8PPO said:
Believed her lies.
Believed his lies 
But I've also done the 'walking thing' too....For the first 8 months of my longest relationship, every Saturday after I had been out drinking and at a club, I'd walk the 4 miles to see him.
Then I'd get to his mum and dad's house, and have to climb in his bedroom window, so not to wake them up.
Great thing was, every Sunday morning there was an extra place set at the table for me....I miss those days
About 20 years ago I worked as a volunteer at a hostel for young single homeless people. I had a self-contained flat in the hostel in lieu of wages. I took a shine to one of the residents, one thing lead to another and I fell for her big time. We had a very brief and very secret love affair. She was kicked out of the hostel shortly after and just disappeared.
I was heart broken. I made a mixed tape with Love Hurts (Nazareth), Love Really Hurts Without You (Billy Ocean) and I'm Not In Love (10cc), locked myself in my flat, put my tape on, and cried for a week. Staff pretty quickly put two and two together and I was sacked. Happy days
I was heart broken. I made a mixed tape with Love Hurts (Nazareth), Love Really Hurts Without You (Billy Ocean) and I'm Not In Love (10cc), locked myself in my flat, put my tape on, and cried for a week. Staff pretty quickly put two and two together and I was sacked. Happy days
Edited by tuglet on Thursday 19th March 20:02
When I was about 14 I met a young lady on a camping holiday, we were quite taken with each other, after a few letters (it was the mid eighties so msn not invented here) I really wanted to see her again.
One afternoon after school I cycled the 24 miles from Sunbury to Frimley, arrived, her mother wouldn't let me in the door and when he finally came down stairs she was dressed for girl guides and had to leave in ten minutes.
I then cycled home....
Looking back that was probably a bit silly
(An average week cycling for me then was around 60 miles...)
Spent the last of my money (Student days, this) on a train and ferry ticket to get to the Isle of Wight for a surprise visit. Planning to turn up at her work, WH Smiths. Got to Cowes, asked at the ferry terminal where to find WH Smiths. Not it Cowes, it transpired. Scraped together the bus fare to get to Newport or wherever it was. Had to scrounge £5 off her to get back home. Nice darts.
Started learning Italian for a blind date who was from Milan but living in London (ready to get married and emigrate with him, yep I've been a massive bunny boiler)
Met him and wanted to leave within 5 minutes he was so boring!
I threw away the Teach Yourself Italian, just owning it reminded me what a nobber I'd been!
Met him and wanted to leave within 5 minutes he was so boring!
I threw away the Teach Yourself Italian, just owning it reminded me what a nobber I'd been!
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