managed to convince a couple of unsuspecting girls in the world renowned meat market that is the garage in glasgow that i was the guitarist from shed seven and my mate was ronnie o'sullivan one night

in fairness he looked a *lot* like ronnie o'sullivan, big honker the lot, looking back i wished i'd picked something marginally better than shed seven

biggest lie i've ever been told was the delightful girl i used to know who convinced me her dad had passed away a few years previous and was buying us both a house based on his inheritance, the day i spoke to him on the phone by mistake was a bit of headfuck...

now you go!