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,)
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.
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.
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
andrew KING
duchess of cambridge by mistake
Darth
a lord and a prime minster
Earl Barrett
your mum esquire
Im rarely rude to people irl. it's crass and unbecoming.
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,)
I didn't know he'd be at this thing/who he was and he was hogging the booze
idk
He was an Earl or a Baron or a Lord or something.
ARISTOCRATIC SCUM
I wasn't rude on purpose though. I'm far too spineless for that.
By "rude" can we include actual violence ie kicking?
And by "title" can we include "Paul Ince's Horse"?
if the anecdote's better than the synopsis I feel we're owed elaboration
It's...probably not.
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.
...and now he manages Blackpool
MP
taught a Crown Prince for a while
damn scrote probably shipped a zing or three
Lady
Lord Mayors Croupier
pope
A Major
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.
Evil Sean Adams
Someone was rude to Sean!?
When did that happen!?!?
I once called the Prime Minister, David Cameron, a cunt.
Online, not to his face.
The cunt.
Mr
Rick Witter
The Master Of The Hunt
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
Beautiful.
The moral of the story here is that any grey haired man in a suit could be a Court of Appeal judge
You just don't know.
'Mrs