'Sleb Spot

Superjay · November 17, 2009

My self and my missus were flying Ryanair from leeds to dublin on thursday night and enjoying a drink in the bar when the group of people next to us started almost shouting their conversation. There was the blonde lass and her mother and father (i'm assuming they were they're management) and a dude with a guitar. The blonde lass was wearing a Great Britain rugby jersey and what could only be described as a "pikey gold" necklace. Anyway the conversation went something along the lines of:

Blondie: maaaaaaaaaammmmmmmm do you know abaaaht any acting claaases that will do a 2 day course?

Mom: I'll look into it when I get home my love.

Blondie: Fanks maaaam. What have we got next daaaaaaaaad.

Dad: (pulls out an itinerary) well.... (starts to list off how many bookings they have photo shoots etc.)

Blonde: Fanks daaaaaad.

Mom: You gonna buy me that villa in portugal then?

Blondie: Yeah maaaam.

My missus and myself were stumped at who she was, thinking she must be some sort of glamour model. It seems as though we weren't the only ones because as they left you could hear others in the bar "Who the f*** was that?"

We boarded the plane and blondie was sat in the front row, I accidentally hit her in the face with my carry on, I apologised and she was cool with it.

As we walked off the plane and through baggage reclaim blondie was laid flat out on the middle of the floor proclaiming "I'm sooooo tired" wearing a pair of ear muffs.

It wasn't until my girlfriend and myself were walking down Grafton Street the next day passing a packed out carphone warehouse which had Pixie Lott performing promoting nokia phones that we clicked who she really was.

What a gobs***e.

Edited November 17, 2009 by Superjay

johngibo YPC · November 17, 2009

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