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That Jekka Gal

That Jekka Gal

That Jekka Gal

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Imagine the situation. You're a socially awkward country gal and you've reluctantly agreed to attend the wedding of a friend of a friend.

So, not really knowing anyone, you've spent the day feeling like a bit of a spare part and you are just beginning to feel that those off the cuff remarks people are making to one another consist of the words "who is she?".

Never mind, it will all be over soon for it is the final act in this tortuous showpiece of your social ineptness - the disco.

And, in time honoured tradition, it begins with the bride and groom taking to the floor whilst everone else gathers round in a circle to observe their gyrations.

Then, you suddenly become the subject of the bride's attention and a gesticulation has you break free from the throng to join the happy couple with a little solo routine of your own in front of a room full of people you barely know.

As soon as you are in full flow, though, you really are not imagining the words "who is she?" this time as it dawns on you that you had misinterpreted the bride's signal for somebody to take a photo as a request for you to join them on the floor.

And whats more, once you've started there is no way of extricating yourself in an elegant manner and you have to endure what has surely got to be the longest 3 minutes of your life.
 
I was once at one of my close group of friends wedding and when my friend was doing his groom's speech he was thanking everyone who attended. The usual like people from close by, out of town, out of the country and our friend Steve who has been in Japan teaching English.

"I like to thank you for everyone who came today, yadi yada, and Steve who came all the way back from Japan especially for our wedding!"

Of course, 95% of the wedding party have no idea who Steve is and then I notice all eyes were on me instead being the only Asian there. So I did the polite thing and stood up and took a bow and pretended to be Steve.
 
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Raymond Lin said:
I was once at one of my close group of friends wedding and when my friend was doing his groom's speech he was thanking everyone who attended. The usual like people from close by, out of town, out of the country and our friend Steve who has been in Japan teaching English.

"I like to thank you for everyone who came today, yadi yada, and Steve who came all the way back from Japan especially for our wedding!"

Of course, 95% of the wedding party have no idea who Steve is and then I notice all eyes were on me instead being the only Asian there. So I did the polite thing and stood up and took a bow and pretended to be Steve.
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To be fair all Steves look alike to me.

On that topic, I once organised a seminar where I was able to create a seating plan with one table full of Steves and another one consisting of Pauls and Davids. For some reason this got overruled.
 
When I was really young probably 5-6 maybe younger.
The teacher kept finding Y fronts in the class and no one knew whose they were.
One day in the class room I noticed half a pair of pants falling out my trouser leg.

No one ever found out it was me and it never happened again.
so probably not that embarrassing but it's something I never forgot.

Imagine being known as Y front boy
 
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arknor said:
When I was really young probably 5-6 maybe younger.
The teacher kept finding Y fronts in the class and no one knew whose they were.
One day in the class room I noticed half a pair of pants falling out my trouser leg.

No one ever found out it was me and it never happened again.
so probably not that embarrassing but it's something I never forgot.

Imagine being known as Y front boy
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Reminds me of my history class in secondary school, we had this girl straight out of uni, no way should have been teaching secondary school kids - they had absolutely no mercy on her lack of authority, one lad brought in a joke shop prosthetic penis and sat there with it dangling out his trousers making inappropriate eye contact and she didn't notice until half-way through, I still remember the shock on her face, left the classroom and we could hear her having a breakdown, the head of history came thundering in but everyone vehemently denied the kid had his penis out so he didn't know what to make of it - even the straight laced kids denied it. She left not long after.
 
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Mr Badger said:
To be fair all Steves look alike to me.

On that topic, I once organised a seminar where I was able to create a seating plan with one table full of Steves and another one consisting of Pauls and Davids. For some reason this got overruled.
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I once had a Steve in my company who, in his previous role, had seen a study where they had more Steves in their senior leadership than they had women.
 
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That Jekka Gal said:
Imagine the situation. You're a socially awkward country gal and you've reluctantly agreed to attend the wedding of a friend of a friend.

So, not really knowing anyone, you've spent the day feeling like a bit of a spare part and you are just beginning to feel that those off the cuff remarks people are making to one another consist of the words "who is she?".

Never mind, it will all be over soon for it is the final act in this tortuous showpiece of your social ineptness - the disco.

And, in time honoured tradition, it begins with the bride and groom taking to the floor whilst everone else gathers round in a circle to observe their gyrations.

Then, you suddenly become the subject of the bride's attention and a gesticulation has you break free from the throng to join the happy couple with a little solo routine of your own in front of a room full of people you barely know.

As soon as you are in full flow, though, you really are not imagining the words "who is she?" this time as it dawns on you that you had misinterpreted the bride's signal for somebody to take a photo as a request for you to join them on the floor.

And whats more, once you've started there is no way of extricating yourself in an elegant manner and you have to endure what has surely got to be the longest 3 minutes of your life.
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one of my worst nightmares just going up there as i hate dancing so i can imagine that being awful................... so the only solution is to make heavy use of the bar, get fairly oiled and then who cares. AS for your situation Just own it and say oops! everyone would find it funny and just be glad it wasnt them.

at my wedding i made sure there was plenty of wine on all tables as well as a bottle of vodka on those which needed it :D

(maybe that says more about me and my friends than anything tho :D )

My next door neighbour (thank god it wasnt me) was an avid gardener and he used to grow loads of tomatos and he ate them like grapes. he went for a round of golf with his friends in his full on golf whites and half way round thought he was gonna fart........ and messed himself. It was full on brown water but with visible tomato seeds in :D soaked through his trousers and all down his legs he had to walk all the way back to his car and there was no escaping what had happened (i hope he had a bag for his seat!)
 
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That Jekka Gal said:
Imagine the situation. You're a socially awkward country gal and you've reluctantly agreed to attend the wedding of a friend of a friend.

So, not really knowing anyone, you've spent the day feeling like a bit of a spare part and you are just beginning to feel that those off the cuff remarks people are making to one another consist of the words "who is she?".

Never mind, it will all be over soon for it is the final act in this tortuous showpiece of your social ineptness - the disco.

And, in time honoured tradition, it begins with the bride and groom taking to the floor whilst everone else gathers round in a circle to observe their gyrations.

Then, you suddenly become the subject of the bride's attention and a gesticulation has you break free from the throng to join the happy couple with a little solo routine of your own in front of a room full of people you barely know.

As soon as you are in full flow, though, you really are not imagining the words "who is she?" this time as it dawns on you that you had misinterpreted the bride's signal for somebody to take a photo as a request for you to join them on the floor.

And whats more, once you've started there is no way of extricating yourself in an elegant manner and you have to endure what has surely got to be the longest 3 minutes of your life.
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Change your name and move to another continent as you’re never coming back from that.
 
That Jekka Gal said:
Imagine the situation. You're a socially awkward country gal and you've reluctantly agreed to attend the wedding of a friend of a friend.

So, not really knowing anyone, you've spent the day feeling like a bit of a spare part and you are just beginning to feel that those off the cuff remarks people are making to one another consist of the words "who is she?".

Never mind, it will all be over soon for it is the final act in this tortuous showpiece of your social ineptness - the disco.

And, in time honoured tradition, it begins with the bride and groom taking to the floor whilst everone else gathers round in a circle to observe their gyrations.

Then, you suddenly become the subject of the bride's attention and a gesticulation has you break free from the throng to join the happy couple with a little solo routine of your own in front of a room full of people you barely know.

As soon as you are in full flow, though, you really are not imagining the words "who is she?" this time as it dawns on you that you had misinterpreted the bride's signal for somebody to take a photo as a request for you to join them on the floor.

And whats more, once you've started there is no way of extricating yourself in an elegant manner and you have to endure what has surely got to be the longest 3 minutes of your life.
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What was the song? Not likely one you will enjoy listening to from this moment on :cry:
 
It would be around 1974 and the band Sparks were playing at our local Hall.
The crowd always waited for the first song to start before running down the front.
Sparks came on, kicked into BC, I ran to the front and started headbanging with head down and eyes closed.
When it finished I looked up, there was only me there with everybody laughing and Ron and Russ Mael looking at me with their arms folded :)

Around 1972 I did the same at a Status Quo concert, ran down the front, started headbanging and knocked myself out on the front of the stage, I missed the first 4 songs :)
 
SexyGreyFox said:
Around 1972 I did the same at a Status Quo concert, ran down the front, started headbanging and knocked myself out on the front of the stage, I missed the first 4 songs :)
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A few years back, me and a mate saw quo. We were horribly drunk. There were empty seats in the front row, so we plonked down there.

Chas and Dave were support, and we decided to show our appreciation by singing along (didn't know the words, but that doesn't matter) and having a good dance. The guy next to us was looking daggers throughout, but didn't say anything. Chas and Dave looked a bit perplexed, too. Not sure whether they were pleased or not, really.

Anyway... security arrived after some considerable time and I told him to xxxx off, as you do. They then sent over The Hulk, and we reluctantly moved to our seats in row 236, under threat of dismemberment.

Luckily, The Hulk left after a few minutes watching us, so back to row 4 for us!

The moral: shame is for the weak. Always try to sit in the front row if there's a space.
 
arknor said:
When I was really young probably 5-6 maybe younger.
The teacher kept finding Y fronts in the class and no one knew whose they were.
One day in the class room I noticed half a pair of pants falling out my trouser leg.

No one ever found out it was me and it never happened again.
so probably not that embarrassing but it's something I never forgot.

Imagine being known as Y front boy
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Fortunately the forum mods can correct this injustice. Your name change to "Y Fronts Boy" is awaiting approval.
 
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