Embarrassing Moment

[Dactylion]

Hang on a minute...

Gricer makes a twunt of himself!

Hardly headline news now is it? FFS You claim to ride a recumbent bike wearing a banana suit!!!

[Doggy Styles]

Hi DS

I think you know which side my bread is buttered

Indeed Gricer! My embelishments would have been more on the button, but it was getting a bit complicated.

Incidentally, wasn't Malc there to offer some etiquetorial advice?

[vetran]

Hi DS

I think you know which side my bread is buttered

you mean he would have to fall on his front?

[gricerboy]

Hello Gricer!

Very embarrassing! It's a good job she didn't slip whilst summoning you and fall on her back, legs ineligantly akimbo. Misinterpreting that could have been a lot worse!

Hi DS

I think you know which side my bread is buttered

[BrilloPad]

Imagine the situation. You're a socially awkward gricer

No way! Really?

[Ruprect]

Imagine if any of this tulip actually happened

Amusing story, but WHS ^

[MPwannadecentincome]

next time stand at the back of the crowd

[Doggy Styles]

Hello Gricer!

Very embarrassing! It's a good job she didn't slip whilst summoning you and fall on her back, legs ineligantly akimbo. Misinterpreting that could have been a lot worse!

[Bunk]

Imagine if any of this tulip actually happened

[KentPhilip]

You become what you think about sir

[DaveB]

Imagine the situation. You're a socially awkward gricer 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 he?".

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

And, in time honoured tradition, it begins with the bride and groom taking to the floor whilst the rest of us gather round in a circle to observe their gyrations.

Then, I suddenly become the subject of the bride's attention and a gesticulation has me break free from the throng to join the happy couple with a little solo routine of my own in front of a room full of people I barely know. As soon as I am in full flow, though, I really am not imagining the words "who is he?" this time as it dawns on me that I had misinterpreted the bride's signal for somebody to take a photo as a request for me to join them on the floor.

And whats more, once I'd started there was no way of extricating myself in an elegant manner and I had to endure what was surely the longest 3 minutes of my life.

Who are you?

[gricerboy]

Imagine the situation. You're a socially awkward gricer 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 he?".

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 he?" 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.