Massive cock ups you have made
Three for me, and two for them.
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This thread was inspired by my most recent cock up where i answered the phone with 'Mum' instead of 'Hello' when a compete stranger just rung up.
Three for me, and two for them.
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'Can i speak to Thelma (my mum)' 
Three for me, and two for them.
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Travelled from London to Istanbul for the 2005 European Cup Final after receiving free tickets from Reebok through work.
Travelled on an overnight flight via Amsterdam, Ankara then onto Istanbul. Had no sleep and preceeded to pour copious amounts of the good stuff down my throat until it was time to head over to Taksim Square in a taxi where over 30,000 fellow Liverpuddlians were waiting for me.
I got out of the taxi and realised I didn't have my bag with me anymore...
Said bag contained 2 x Match Tickets, One of which I had lined up to sell to a Pom I met at the airport to cover a good portion of my expenses for the trip, my passports (both British and Australian) and my flight details back to London.
When I realised my mistake I returned to my accommodation and cried like a little girl for around an hour until the English guys I met at the airport decided that what I required was more alcohol. We returned back to Taksim Square and found a bar on a side lane and drank and watched the game and celebrated like you wouldn't believe.
After the match some geeza came up to me in the bar and said "I saw you at half time crying into your pint and now you're pretty happy lad. How about coming outside and having a chat to me?"
"Sure" I replied without thinking!
Little did I know that I was being interviewed for Sky Sports News UK and that my mug would be plastered all over the television the next morning back in the UK and I definately didn't expect the phone calls the next morning from friends and colleagues offering to send me money and pay for my return flights!
Fast Forward to Thursday morning at around 10am and a trip to the British Consulate in Istanbul where I was asked for my name and what serice I required.
I answered "I got drunk and lost my passport, is there some sort of form that I need to fill out to complete in order to obtain a Temporary document that will allow me to return to the UK?"
"What's your name sir?" asked the rather grumpy looking gentleman on the other side of the glass
"Ian Cooper" I said
"Please wait here Mr Cooper, I think we might have something of yours here" said Grumpy Man
He then walked around the corner and returned about 10 seconds later holding the bag that I had accidentally left in the taxi, asked for my permission to open the bag then poured its contents out on the counter.
My two Match Tickets, Passports and Flight documents all intact! The taxi driver returned them after driving around Taksim Square for around an hour looking for a gentleman wearing a "red football top"!
"Ive just re-visited this and once again realised that C-Diddy is a genius - a drunk, Newcastle bred disgrace - but a genius." - Hard News, 11:39am 4th June 2009
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Travelled from London to Istanbul for the 2005 European Cup Final after receiving free tickets from Reebok through work.
Travelled on an overnight flight via Amsterdam, Ankara then onto Istanbul. Had no sleep and preceeded to pour copious amounts of the good stuff down my throat until it was time to head over to Taksim Square in a taxi where over 30,000 fellow Liverpuddlians were waiting for me.
I got out of the taxi and realised I didn't have my bag with me anymore...
Said bag contained 2 x Match Tickets, One of which I had lined up to sell to a Pom I met at the airport to cover a good portion of my expenses for the trip, my passports (both British and Australian) and my flight details back to London.
When I realised my mistake I returned to my accommodation and cried like a little girl for around an hour until the English guys I met at the airport decided that what I required was more alcohol. We returned back to Taksim Square and found a bar on a side lane and drank and watched the game and celebrated like you wouldn't believe.
After the match some geeza came up to me in the bar and said "I saw you at half time crying into your pint and now you're pretty happy lad. How about coming outside and having a chat to me?"
"Sure" I replied without thinking!
Little did I know that I was being interviewed for Sky Sports News UK and that my mug would be plastered all over the television the next morning back in the UK and I definately didn't expect the phone calls the next morning from friends and colleagues offering to send me money and pay for my return flights!
Fast Forward to Thursday morning at around 10am and a trip to the British Consulate in Istanbul where I was asked for my name and what serice I required.
I answered "I got drunk and lost my passport, is there some sort of form that I need to fill out to complete in order to obtain a Temporary document that will allow me to return to the UK?"
"What's your name sir?" asked the rather grumpy looking gentleman on the other side of the glass
"Ian Cooper" I said
"Please wait here Mr Cooper, I think we might have something of yours here" said Grumpy Man
He then walked around the corner and returned about 10 seconds later holding the bag that I had accidentally left in the taxi, asked for my permission to open the bag then poured its contents out on the counter.
My two Match Tickets, Passports and Flight documents all intact! The taxi driver returned them after driving around Taksim Square for around an hour looking for a gentleman wearing a "red football top"!
That is an awesome cock up man.
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This thread was inspired by my most recent cock up where i answered the phone with 'Mum' instead of 'Hello' when a compete stranger just rung up.
Thats like back i school when some people accidently called their teacher "mum" 
Allegedly
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Been there done that. That sucks big time.
And C-Diddy, I feel annoyed for you just reading it.
And C-Diddy, I feel annoyed for you just reading it.
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This thread was inspired by my most recent cock up where i answered the phone with 'Mum' instead of 'Hello' when a compete stranger just rung up.
Thats like back i school when some people accidently called their teacher "mum"
I called my bf mum the other day... it got really awkward
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I called my wife 'mum' the day before yesterday. Bit Freudian, although to be fair I had just been Skypeing with my actual mother.
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C-Diddy, I'm gonna be LOL'ing all day long, that was farking fantastic!!
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I called my wife 'mum' the day before yesterday. Bit Freudian, although to be fair I had just been Skypeing with my actual mother.
kinky...
I like tautologies because I like them.
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C-Diddy, I'm gonna be LOL'ing all day long, that was farking fantastic!!
I always aim to please!
"Ive just re-visited this and once again realised that C-Diddy is a genius - a drunk, Newcastle bred disgrace - but a genius." - Hard News, 11:39am 4th June 2009
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My choice of Football teams
Fixed Properly!
"Ive just re-visited this and once again realised that C-Diddy is a genius - a drunk, Newcastle bred disgrace - but a genius." - Hard News, 11:39am 4th June 2009
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My choice of Football teams
Fixed Properly!
Evertonians don't choose, we're chosen...
I must have sinned like a motherf**ker in a previous life...
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Pfffft... New Zealand, Phoenix, Team Wellington, Ipswich... stop your whining.
Hard News2008-11-19 09:25:02
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Pfffft... New Zealand, Phoenix, Team Wellington, Ipswich... stop your whining.
You deserve your own Telethon...
"I pledge $10 if Philip Sherry and Angela D'Audney pash!"
edit I just learned that Angela died! That's tragic, she was great. I had a wee crush on her as a young 'un...
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Travelled from London to Istanbul for the 2005 European Cup Final after receiving free tickets from Reebok through work.
Travelled on an overnight flight via Amsterdam, Ankara then onto Istanbul. Had no sleep and preceeded to pour copious amounts of the good stuff down my throat until it was time to head over to Taksim Square in a taxi where over 30,000 fellow Liverpuddlians were waiting for me.
I got out of the taxi and realised I didn't have my bag with me anymore...
Said bag contained 2 x Match Tickets, One of which I had lined up to sell to a Pom I met at the airport to cover a good portion of my expenses for the trip, my passports (both British and Australian) and my flight details back to London.
When I realised my mistake I returned to my accommodation and cried like a little girl for around an hour until the English guys I met at the airport decided that what I required was more alcohol. We returned back to Taksim Square and found a bar on a side lane and drank and watched the game and celebrated like you wouldn't believe.
After the match some geeza came up to me in the bar and said "I saw you at half time crying into your pint and now you're pretty happy lad. How about coming outside and having a chat to me?"
"Sure" I replied without thinking!
Little did I know that I was being interviewed for Sky Sports News UK and that my mug would be plastered all over the television the next morning back in the UK and I definately didn't expect the phone calls the next morning from friends and colleagues offering to send me money and pay for my return flights!
Fast Forward to Thursday morning at around 10am and a trip to the British Consulate in Istanbul where I was asked for my name and what serice I required.
I answered "I got drunk and lost my passport, is there some sort of form that I need to fill out to complete in order to obtain a Temporary document that will allow me to return to the UK?"
"What's your name sir?" asked the rather grumpy looking gentleman on the other side of the glass
"Ian Cooper" I said
"Please wait here Mr Cooper, I think we might have something of yours here" said Grumpy Man
He then walked around the corner and returned about 10 seconds later holding the bag that I had accidentally left in the taxi, asked for my permission to open the bag then poured its contents out on the counter.
My two Match Tickets, Passports and Flight documents all intact! The taxi driver returned them after driving around Taksim Square for around an hour looking for a gentleman wearing a "red football top"!
Hahaha I remember you telling me this on my first day of work. Pretty much sums you up in one story
At least you'll make a fortune selling off those tickets in the future, real collectors item now.
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Any work related cock ups? I'll go 1st.
I forgot to exclude GST on a quote. I got a written warning for it. Ironically, my pr**k of a manager, who gave me the written, supplied a contractor with wrong items which held up work for several days. Did he get a written? Nah. W**ker.
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In 1982 I hitchhiked from Hamilton to Napier for Napier City Rovers vs Mt Wellington chatam cup semi. Either they changed the date or I just got it wrong, because I arrived a day early. With no money I had to sleep on the beach, under the veranda of the surf club.
Mount won 2-1, though Rovers supporters were convinced they were denied an equaliser that had in fact crossed the line. Then I hitched back.
Those were the days.
Mount won 2-1, though Rovers supporters were convinced they were denied an equaliser that had in fact crossed the line. Then I hitched back.
Those were the days.
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