Post by anulka on Jun 30, 2008 8:58:43 GMT -5
There's another one, which isn't mention on Roger-Taylor.Net. At least I don't see it.
From:
members.fortunecity.com/white_queen/crystal.html
From:
members.fortunecity.com/white_queen/crystal.html
Taken from "Today the Headlines" - Yesterdays Moment QFC
The city and hotel will remain nameless to protect the guilty. After a night of huge amounts of booze, Roger and me ended up back at the hotel with a couple of rather lovely looking ladies, and somewhere along the line we picked up a good looking journalist as well. I think she was only along for some fun and not to write a story because as far as I know she never wrote this one. A few more drinks were consumed, and as five people can't play Scrabble, the journo had to go for obvious reasons. We put our thinking caps on to work out how to get rid of her when Roger came up with a game plan, "Let's drown her." It seemed like a good idea at the time so I said "OK, but how are we gonna do this?" The reply was, "I'll get her in the pool and you tread on her head." I agreed with this masterpiece, so the five of us set off to the roof where the pool was, only to be greeted by another minor setback, the two 8ft plate glass doors were locked. I gave them a tug and could see the lock itself, so now it was my turn to come up with a plan. "If we take a handle each and gently rock the doors back and forth, the lock will pop out and we're in." Brilliant. The pair of us start to rock the doors and after a couple of minutes some weird vibration thing must have happened in the glass, because the inevitable occurred, both the doors shattered in front of us and there was glass everywhere. Whoops. Forget plan A, plan B was a cock up, so at times like this always use plan C and get the hell away from the scene of the crime. This little episode had both a happy and sad ending, the journo finally got the hint and left, but sadly I can't remember if either of us got lucky that night. Such is life.
Crystal
The city and hotel will remain nameless to protect the guilty. After a night of huge amounts of booze, Roger and me ended up back at the hotel with a couple of rather lovely looking ladies, and somewhere along the line we picked up a good looking journalist as well. I think she was only along for some fun and not to write a story because as far as I know she never wrote this one. A few more drinks were consumed, and as five people can't play Scrabble, the journo had to go for obvious reasons. We put our thinking caps on to work out how to get rid of her when Roger came up with a game plan, "Let's drown her." It seemed like a good idea at the time so I said "OK, but how are we gonna do this?" The reply was, "I'll get her in the pool and you tread on her head." I agreed with this masterpiece, so the five of us set off to the roof where the pool was, only to be greeted by another minor setback, the two 8ft plate glass doors were locked. I gave them a tug and could see the lock itself, so now it was my turn to come up with a plan. "If we take a handle each and gently rock the doors back and forth, the lock will pop out and we're in." Brilliant. The pair of us start to rock the doors and after a couple of minutes some weird vibration thing must have happened in the glass, because the inevitable occurred, both the doors shattered in front of us and there was glass everywhere. Whoops. Forget plan A, plan B was a cock up, so at times like this always use plan C and get the hell away from the scene of the crime. This little episode had both a happy and sad ending, the journo finally got the hint and left, but sadly I can't remember if either of us got lucky that night. Such is life.
Crystal