Peripart
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Here's an old one, which I initially thought had the ring of truth about it. Don't know why I believed it, but I did. Once.
A friend of mine told me the tale that a friend of a friend of his (don't say anything, alright - just typing that makes me squirm) was looking forward to a short break at the Belfry (Golf club, about 5 miles from where I'm sitting, but that's not really relevant) to see the Ryder Cup a few years back, when he got a strange phone call from the management there, to say that they had been approached by a third party who wished to see the Ryder Cup, and who, upon finding them fully booked, was willing to offer this FOAFOAF a substantial amount of money (say £5000) for his room for the weekend. Well, as this chap had planned this trip far in advance, he said thanks, but no thanks.
A few days later, this chap got another call, saying the third party was really keen, and what could persuade this chap to give up his holiday? So the guy said "you could pay my mortgage off", just for fun. There was a pause, and the caller asked, "how much is that?". The reply "£100,000". End of subject, you would think!
A few days later, however, the chap got a letter in the post. Inside was a cheque for £100,000, in the name of Mr D.Beckham.
When I heard this, it sounded convincing, or at least possible. I mean, £100,000 was probably a week's wages for Beckham back then (more like 2 days now!), so why wouldn't he splash his cash to get what he wanted?
A year or so later, though, a work colleague said to me "have you heard about David Beckham" and proceeded to tell me the same story, only this time, it seems that Mr B had forgotten to book tickets for the Rugby Union World Cup! Now either he's monumentally bad at booking his holidays, or he likes doing things on the spur of the moment, or I've been taken in by an admittedly quite funny UL.
So go on, all you out there sniggering at my gullibility, who else has heard a version of this?
A friend of mine told me the tale that a friend of a friend of his (don't say anything, alright - just typing that makes me squirm) was looking forward to a short break at the Belfry (Golf club, about 5 miles from where I'm sitting, but that's not really relevant) to see the Ryder Cup a few years back, when he got a strange phone call from the management there, to say that they had been approached by a third party who wished to see the Ryder Cup, and who, upon finding them fully booked, was willing to offer this FOAFOAF a substantial amount of money (say £5000) for his room for the weekend. Well, as this chap had planned this trip far in advance, he said thanks, but no thanks.
A few days later, this chap got another call, saying the third party was really keen, and what could persuade this chap to give up his holiday? So the guy said "you could pay my mortgage off", just for fun. There was a pause, and the caller asked, "how much is that?". The reply "£100,000". End of subject, you would think!
A few days later, however, the chap got a letter in the post. Inside was a cheque for £100,000, in the name of Mr D.Beckham.
When I heard this, it sounded convincing, or at least possible. I mean, £100,000 was probably a week's wages for Beckham back then (more like 2 days now!), so why wouldn't he splash his cash to get what he wanted?
A year or so later, though, a work colleague said to me "have you heard about David Beckham" and proceeded to tell me the same story, only this time, it seems that Mr B had forgotten to book tickets for the Rugby Union World Cup! Now either he's monumentally bad at booking his holidays, or he likes doing things on the spur of the moment, or I've been taken in by an admittedly quite funny UL.
So go on, all you out there sniggering at my gullibility, who else has heard a version of this?