dixie1928
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Oh those moments where the skin tingles, the colour rises, and death would be a happy outcome as long as it happens NOW.
One of my worst moments was as a teenager. I was serving Mass in the Cathedral when Archbishop Beck was going strong. In those days, it was regarded as an honour to be selected by a priest, rather than a potential area of "difficulty".
The Cathedral was silent. A few hundred people were taking the time to nod off, pray, or scratch their arses furtively. I had to present the Archbishop with his pointy hat. Picked it up, walked across to where he was sitting, gave it to him, and - as taught - bowed deeply from the waist.
And farted.
Not modestly.
Not quietly.
More like a machine gun in an echo chamber.
Fair to say it woke the sleepers and startled the Archbish.
Worse was to come. It turned out that the smell could have settled the First World War in ten seconds flat had it been harnessed properly. They'd have been running for sweet life out of the trenches!
So what was your "Not My Greatest Moment"?
One of my worst moments was as a teenager. I was serving Mass in the Cathedral when Archbishop Beck was going strong. In those days, it was regarded as an honour to be selected by a priest, rather than a potential area of "difficulty".
The Cathedral was silent. A few hundred people were taking the time to nod off, pray, or scratch their arses furtively. I had to present the Archbishop with his pointy hat. Picked it up, walked across to where he was sitting, gave it to him, and - as taught - bowed deeply from the waist.
And farted.
Not modestly.
Not quietly.
More like a machine gun in an echo chamber.
Fair to say it woke the sleepers and startled the Archbish.
Worse was to come. It turned out that the smell could have settled the First World War in ten seconds flat had it been harnessed properly. They'd have been running for sweet life out of the trenches!
So what was your "Not My Greatest Moment"?