Now here's a story 'bout a suave man named Julian.
After a night out with friends in Leicester Square, we were all chatting outside a pub. Seeing as we were all saying goodbye, we started to talk about the business of saying goodbye. Both Simon and I confided to the others that we could really do without the kiss hello and goodbye thing with people we didn't know (which is like an epidemic in Europe), and kind of hung out for a hand shake to be offered first.
So when Madeline, whom we've met up with a few times before, went to say goodbye, she gave everyone a kiss but hesitated when she came to me. "No!" I said, "I have have to give you a kiss goodbye now, or I'd feel bad." So I went in confidently, and so did she, and we both confidently shifted our heads at the same time, perfectly aligning our faces for a nose-butt.
Now, that would have been bad enough, but to add a Ben-Stiller-movie-esque twist, my nose then started to bleed.
I mean that's not even funny, that's just cruel.
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Au contraire mon frere, that IS funny. I laughed and laughed.
And when you tell mum she'll laugh much, much more. That's because she is heartless.
Oh wait -- "it's the reaction to stress", she says. Yeah, whatever...
That's the funniest/awfullest story I've heard in ages. I'm very sorry.
(Not to dominate the comments, but since it's 3am and I got in first.... the kiss/hug hello thing with strangers is rife here in the South too. It startled me at first but I say just go with it. As it turns out, it's much less trouble.... and much less bloody.)
i love a good smooch story with a hint of gore.... the nose butt will put you in good stead to audition for australian gladiators! (it's coming back - auditions on the 26th!) You just need to organise the flight home... totally worth it...
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