Stolen from cogshiftingman

[boglin]

"If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you."

Comments

[cogshiftingman.livejournal.com]

There are so many memories ... which to choose? How about the time you were instructing me on goth garb, but I insisted on wearing brown corduroy trousers to the party? We were only six, but you were livid! Or the time I dropped a sizpence in your pint, and you downed the contents in one draught, only to have the coin lodge in your oesophagus, and we had to rush you to hospital, where they X-rayed you and found the coin had moved on down, but you had a strange metal object in your left tit shaped like Elvis?

[november-girl.livejournal.com]

There was that time that you and I got completely wasted and ended up sitting in the middle of the roundabout at the bottom of your road singing "I Like Traffic Lights" and swaying randomly until a car came and we had to run away. It made sense at the time, of course.

[sciamachy.livejournal.com]

Well, there was that time we were pinned down by snipers after a landmine took out the lead tank in our convoy, back in Nicaragua. Nasty moment, but we managed to call in air support which flushed the buggers out.

[nyarbaggytep.livejournal.com]

Well, I remember a few years back, maybe four, or it might have been five, wait, was it 2001? Anyway, it was a Thursday night and we were round at Jim's house, hold on, no, it can't have been Thursday Jim used to do Karate on a Thursday. So we were at Jim's house and it was Wednesday night and we were really bored, hold up, actually that might have been Katie's place, when she lived on Farleigh Road, but Jim was there, I remember because he was playing terrible indie tracks to try to wind up Karen. Or maybe that was Lisa. So, anyway, there were a few of us and we were really bored and we, no, hang on, it can't have been Lisa, she didn't move to Brum til 2003. Unless she was there visiting Jim. She might have been. Were they together at that point? Or was she still with that guy, you know, the one with the long blonde hair and the seriously cute bum. I think he was called John something? And I think we had something to eat. And it was chips. Yummm.

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

Ah yes. The diving holiday off the Great Barrier Reef.

Striking out in the clear blue water, amongst the shoals of fish, the coral below, the Calypso bobbing above us on the surface. Ten minutes or so into the dive we found the man in the blue lounge suit, feet encased in concrete, tied up with microphone cable. He was swaying gently in the ocean currents.

"That's Paul Anchor," you said.

[reznorslave.livejournal.com]

Remember that night in New York when we got mugged by those Drag Queens??? Wow, good times! I tell ya snorting heroine off of that Puerto Rican hookers ass made me feel a lot better! And don't worry, I still have the missing posters up for your wooden leg, somone called me about it the other day, but I told them, "no, it had a few staples and a nail in it".

[doglets.livejournal.com]

I never understood why you left the band. We could have done that difficult second album. I could have learnt to accept your Born Again Jesus thing. I mean, I sat with you through all your Bad Trips and rambling about Traffic Lights, Nicaragua and the Barrier Reef. But when you turned up to rehearsels in that Dog Collar and Clerics Gown - I should have known then the band was over.

[godgirl.livejournal.com]

i remember the time you invited us all over and cooked that whole roast hog in the garden with the apple in its mouth and the turkey stuffing...

it was great!

esp the bit where you brought the beast in live to the garden and personally hacked it up with a sharp knife, leaving you covered in blood and entrails...

..last weekend, wasnt it? boy, my brain is fried....

[captainblue.livejournal.com]

Well there was that time when I was on the gantry in the factory watching whilst the evil Hoodmaster sought to escape.

You swung in through the skylight and fired a spray of advocaat coating him with it's sticky eggy goodness. Sliding and flailing about, we were able to wrestle him and his henchmen, Fiddy and Diddy, to the ground, leaving them trussed up for the police to find.

[cybermule.livejournal.com]

Do you remember the time we got dressed up as cowboys and went line dancing in Coventry city centre? Those were the good old days :)

[quercus.livejournal.com]

That drunken night after the Catatonia gig, when you totally misheard the lyric, "I put peoples' heads in horses' beds" and the stables have never let you back since.