Thread: True story..honestly

That story raises a lot of questions, in a similar vein my brother was once given the electronic key card coded to a hotel suite that wasn't his, he realised when he opened the door and saw other peoples luggage in the foyer and people out on the balcony!

whenever someone says "true story , honestly " , I immediately have doubts.

I immediately doubt your true story.....

Originally Posted by ramblingboy42

whenever someone says "true story , honestly " , I immediately have doubts.

I immediately doubt your true story.....

An Irishman telling a true story, asif.

Around 20 years ago my parents went on a European holiday and decided to catch up with one of my uncles who had moved to Hungary. They took a taxi from the airport to my uncles house but did not have enough money to pay for the trip. Dad went inside to borrow some money but my uncle said not to worry. He went down to ask why the fare was 5 times the going rate, but was promptly told to get F'ed and he wanted his payment. In hindsight it probably wasn't a good idea to speak like that to the head of the Taxi Board... Dad and mum still laugh about it to this day.

'An Irishman telling a true story, as if.' Enough I say, desist from posting scurrilous stuff such as this.
But this is a true story dating back to the early 80s when there was no internet, no mobile phones and TV had only just started to be available once out of the metro areas.
I was working on a mine site and my next door neighbour in camp was an Irishman commonly known as "the Green Man". We drank many gallons of thirst quenching beer (and told many stories as well.. all true of course) as this was long before any weird thing such as 4 cans a day limits were introduced.
I reckon there would have been riots back then if management had tried that one on.
Moving on, Michael was a gambler and used the on-site booky to place bets and I could hear his radio going and his more than muttered curses when his pick didn't come home in front. One day there was a terrible eruption of bad language and his radio came flying out the door to end up looking rather broken on the grass out the front of our dongas.
Michael had been rather upset at this shocking but not unknown event of yet another losing bet and took it out on the poor innocent wireless.
Next day he very pleasantly asked me if he could borrow my radio which he knew could pick up just about every station existing on short wave but was very upset when I politely refused to lend it to him. I recollect some of his rants about my birth place and me and all others like me but by our next drinking session all had been forgotten.
We had some great times in bush camps with story tellers from just about every country in the world competing for the title of biggest bull****ter around.
I tried hard but couldn't compete because I'm just too honest.....
AlanTH.

In London you have people who arrive at London Victoria station who have a connection with a bus at the Victoria coach station

The coach station is 2 blocks and an easy walk from the train station unless you elect to go via a taxi where the driver is looking to increase their earnings for the day

Over many years there have been some real horror stories of fares run up on that one by unsuspecting non locals

An oldie, but a goldie.
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Originally Posted by V8Ian

An oldie, but a goldie.
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That was in my YT feed the other day and I ignored it. I shouldn't have. Thanks Ian.