Rt Hon Sir Professor.
duchess of cambridge by mistake
Sounds like there's a story here though- SPILL IT (quickly. I must go to bed. Job interview first thing, and the puppy is chasing rabbits in her sleep on my lap and making me want to pee myself,)
He was an Earl or a Baron or a Lord or something.
I wasn't rude on purpose though. I'm far too spineless for that.
And by "title" can we include "Paul Ince's Horse"?
Had relatives in Newmarket who were horse trainers and stables around the back of their house. They looked after and trained Paul Ince's horse and when we were visiting some stable bloke lifted me up and tried to put me on Paul Ince's horse(I was about 8 at the time). I wasn't so keen on it and reacted by booting the horse in the face. In retrospect I should have handled things differently.
damn scrote probably shipped a zing or three
I was mildly rude to him, in a mocking sort of way, mainly because he was being obnoxious at a wedding I was at. Then later on when I was very drunk I found out he had grabbed my wee sisters arse and I decided I'd go and find him to 'have a word'. Apparently (I really don't remember much about it) I was loudly and deeply offensive about him whilst asking around to see where he'd disappeared to. I was then locked in my hotel room by some more sensible family members so I didn't make more of a nuisance of myself.
I can't say it was one of my finer moments, but I still secretly wish I'd got my hands on the little scrote.
When did that happen!?!?
Online, not to his face.
A few years ago, a bunch of scrotes in red coats were crossing a country road near mine in persuit of a fox so I drove through the middle of them (being careful not to alarm the horses of course). He used some very uncouth language so I rolled down my window, asked him: ''Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Wanker.'' then drove off. I felt like someone out of Chumbawumba
You just don't know.