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Previously on "hundreds of teenage girls just screamed at me...."
Was going to an office next to HMV Manchester today, One Direction (whoever they are) were visiting HMV. Cue hundreds of girls by barriers and a stack of bouncers.
I had to go round the back of HMV to get to said office, through the barriers escorted by bouncers right by where the crowd was - the moment they saw movement they started screaming assuming I was part of the band.
I waved, people assumed I was famous so started taking my photo, so I revelled in a few moments of sheer bonkerdom.
I got a wolf whistle from a schoolgirl this summer as I jogged past the camp of a local adventure facility. She was either being ironic or had lost her glasses but it still made me feel great.
Was going to an office next to HMV Manchester today, One Direction (whoever they are) were visiting HMV. Cue hundreds of girls by barriers and a stack of bouncers.
I had to go round the back of HMV to get to said office, through the barriers escorted by bouncers right by where the crowd was - the moment they saw movement they started screaming assuming I was part of the band.
I waved, people assumed I was famous so started taking my photo, so I revelled in a few moments of sheer bonkerdom.
Beat that for a Sunday afternoon
Last edited by Wilmslow; 11 September 2011, 20:13.
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