Anyway, in amongst the boxes I found some photos that made me actually laugh out loud - however, they also made me cringe.
This week I'm taking you back to 1995.
I was working at a company called Redrow (the housebuilders) and I actually got on with a lot of the blokes there. It should have been a usual working Thursday but this particular day was my 21st birthday. A few of the blokes kept winding me up that they'd chipped in for a strip-o-gram for me. I spent the day totally on edge.
Reception kept calling me up and asking me to go downstairs. Thankfully there was a balcony I could peer over before I made the trip down the stairs. I'd see flowers and gifts sat on reception and I'd breathe a sigh of relief.
As the day drew to a close I began to relax. Reception called me at 4.30pm..."Heather, can you come downstairs please, there's something in reception for you".
Oooh who could these flowers be for I wonder? I glanced over the balcony. There was a Policeman standing there - a very young Policeman with an earring.
Alarm bells start ringing.
I ran as quick as my legs could carry me out of the back door and into the car park but it was too late. Two of my work colleagues, Steve and Dave grabbed me and dragged me back in the building and into the canteen where practically the whole office (probably about 70 people at the time) and this 'Policeman' were waiting for me.
I won't tell you what happened...I think the series of Polaroids that my 'friend' Dave supplied me with afterwards speak for themselves.
For someone who hates to be the centre of attention, this was a truly awful experience for me. I was SO embarrassed.
Added to the fact the stripper had dirty finger nails.
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| Hello hello hello! Who's been a naughty girl then? |
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| I think I must be laughing at the fact the menu says baked potatoes are 65p! |
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| Yes, I was handcuffed and the bugger kept pulling the balloon back - gross! |
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| Yes, blindfolded. And handcuffed. In a canteen. With a stranger. And 70 work colleagues. Nightmare. |
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| He's clearly clenching and look how grubby his feet are |
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| It may be a 'sweet' note from the blokes but I'm going to bloody kill them! |
I'd just like to add that 'hair scrunchies' were still in fashion then.
I did check with Karin at Cafebebe if it was okay for me to post a photo of a naked backside for Flashback Friday but obviously I didn't check if it was okay for me to post a photo of me trying to pop a balloon between a strippers legs. Karin, please feel free to unlink me if you wish - I won't be offended at all. I don't want the good name of Flashback Friday tainted with my filth!
Now head over to Cafebebe and check out the other, not so filthy, entries...
