What's the biggest story you've heard

So just off the phone with a friend, he told me he was having a few beers at the weekend with a bloke who claimed he was Evel Kenevil’s stuntman! Now my mate ain’t the brightest bulb on Broadway and he had sunk a few, but even so, you’d have to be pretty stupid to believe such an obvious pile of cow ■■■.

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I’ll swear some people live in a paralell universe: they tell impossible stories, but actually believe in them themselves.

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Was once doubled manned with a agency driver,spent all shift telling me that he was actually a racing driver and raced for Lamborghini,had built his own 6 bed detached house and had a collection of super cars…just did agency driving to keep him in practice for when his driver was off and he had to drive his race truck to races himself,this guy was about 20 stone too,would of thought that would put his Lamborghini race team at a slight disadvantage to his other competitors,those more “strealimed” drivers.

People have the ability to dig a big big big whole and not stop.

When I was a young soldier (Sapper), a rifleman I was friends got a bit drunk and started to regale us about his ‘sniper training’ which he’d done in during his 3 week stint in Canada. The problem was that in the room were a group of lads from 2-para. Now you can easily ■■■■■■■■ young sappers about such things - but the fellow infantryman know a thing or two more. They started to quizz him in a rather agressively - explaining such things as where this course would be held, how long it would take and prerequisite courses he’d have had to take. Rifleman Legend (as I shall now refer to him) brazenly went on to explain he’d done the special forces sniper course. At this point some peopled giggles - some of the maroon machine started to get more angry. He finsihed off with the line “not that your REMFS would know about that”. At which point the Riflemen and his two friends (incldluding myself) got a bloody good hiding.

The Legendary Rifleman did not stop their in his great excapades. He’d regularly create great works of fiction. Frankly I really liked the guy and enjoyed his carry on. At one point he had a few girls believing he was in some war torn area operating with the SAS - whilst texting them from a nightclub in Aldershot. He got engaged to one women who believed he was something he was not - and then claimed he needed to go ‘deep cover’ and couldn’t see her again. He’d even stop and offer his assistance to paramedics and the police claiming he was an army medic. On one toecurling night the paramedic asked to see evidence of this and told him to go away.

Last time I saw his he was working on the checkout of Aldi in Salisbury. A bit sad really. We chatted and he said he was not t total and was loving life. I think after all his ■■■■■■■■ we was effectively bullied out of the army. I remember our drunken nights of ridiculousnes with great enthusiam.

newmercman:
So just off the phone with a friend, he told me he was having a few beers at the weekend with a bloke who claimed he was Evel Kenevil’s stuntman! Now my mate ain’t the brightest bulb on Broadway and he had sunk a few, but even so, you’d have to be pretty stupid to believe such an obvious pile of cow ■■■.

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Have a look through some of the threads on here Mark!

A driver I see on a regular basis claims he was in the SAS, maybe he was who knows… very much doubt he is missing his front teeth from catching a bullet though :laughing:

Pink chalk at every rdc in the country, and if everyone who told me they missed the herald actually made it, it would have sunk anyway for being overweight

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You’re all getting a pay rise…

Still havent found anything to top that one.

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alte hase:
Well, to put things into perspective, I am the 1951 Canadian born son of [married] parents who were English and German, so I am prepared to believe what might be regarded as ‘not the norm’. But gullible? I’m not so sure… So you judge -when I tell you about this man who claims his Father was Russian, his mother was Spanish and he was born on a boat afloat in Spanish waters. Then subsequently he is raised in Norfolk [England] as a UK citizen. He claims to own property in Norfolk and a villa in Spain, he has been married three or four times and has EIGHTEEN children, his current wife is Spanish -and blond [strange, or what?]. He drives a Porsche, that he turns round on the electric turntable at his Spanish villa; villa and turntable are solar powered.
In search of belief of his claims, and what I consider to be the considerable costs of supporting them, I’m supposed to accept his wealth is derived of being an owner driver, with just the one 700bhp Volvo tractor unit. I’ve not met him in person so I’m not able to judge his account of himself by facial expressions or tone in voice, or by his accent. Although the internet affords him the opportunity to put photos of his Volvo unit on-line he doesn’t appear to be willing, and, in all honesty, I’m not that willing to believe his story line. So, what would you believe? And bear in mind that at the time of his birth many would say that both his parents’ countries were [and many would say ‘‘still are’’] hostile to Britain. As a case of UK citizenship this man’s claims puzzle me.

I’m racking my brains try to work out who this could be?!

You can have a short day on Friday

There’s a driver shortage.

You do know that sometimes we feed you the BS because you bite & it entertains us?

We need something to stimulate us when it is clearly not possible to have an intelligent conversation on level ground !

alte hase:
Well, to put things into perspective,

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alte hase:
Well, to put things into perspective, I am the 1951 Canadian born son of [married] parents who were English and German, so I am prepared to believe what might be regarded as ‘not the norm’. But gullible? I’m not so sure… So you judge -when I tell you about this man who claims his Father was Russian, his mother was Spanish and he was born on a boat afloat in Spanish waters. Then subsequently he is raised in Norfolk [England] as a UK citizen. He claims to own property in Norfolk and a villa in Spain, he has been married three or four times and has EIGHTEEN children, his current wife is Spanish -and blond [strange, or what?]. He drives a Porsche, that he turns round on the electric turntable at his Spanish villa; villa and turntable are solar powered.
In search of belief of his claims, and what I consider to be the considerable costs of supporting them, I’m supposed to accept his wealth is derived of being an owner driver, with just the one 700bhp Volvo tractor unit. I’ve not met him in person so I’m not able to judge his account of himself by facial expressions or tone in voice, or by his accent. Although the internet affords him the opportunity to put photos of his Volvo unit on-line he doesn’t appear to be willing, and, in all honesty, I’m not that willing to believe his story line. So, what would you believe? And bear in mind that at the time of his birth many would say that both his parents’ countries were [and many would say ‘‘still are’’] hostile to Britain. As a case of UK citizenship this man’s claims puzzle me.

Can this chap find his way round Europe no problem but needs to ask for directions for every week for jobs in England

Haters be hating.

I seem to meet a lot of ex-sas guys, who missed the herald, because they were on the balcony, and if they hadn’t been there, then they would have been driving to bagdad in a F88 with 400+ hp… They had a lucky escape. :smiley:

yt03:
A driver I see on a regular basis claims he was in the SAS, maybe he was who knows… very much doubt he is missing his front teeth from catching a bullet though :laughing:

Maybe he was. Used to there was company called UK SAS. UK specialist ambulance service :slight_smile:

Learner driver…

A manager says “Go,” a leader says “Let’s Go” - John Maxwell

I was once sat talking to a driver who told me about all the trips he had done to Russia. At this point I had been there numerous times myself but could see some mileage in this bloke so I didn’t let on. He started telling me about what it was like crossing the border from Germany into Russia and I thought “Er, what happened to Poland and Belarus?” :stuck_out_tongue:

It’s died off a bit now but 15 20 years ago you could go in to pretty much any pub in east London and if you was a bit chatty at the bar next thing you know you would have some clown bedding your ear about how the east ends gone down hill and how he used to drink with the twins.
Be all we was aving a light ale in the grave Maurice and I said to Ronnie you was bang out order topping Cornell.
Lovley fellas always used to call in to me old mum for a cup of Rosie blah blah