“It was Easter 1973 in the Harz Mountains when a German friend and I decided to take a short cut as we descended into the village of Braunlage one evening. He said that we could cut out a long sweeping bend by jumping over the safety rails at the side of the road and walk in a straight line to the village. We jumped the safety rails and promptly disappeared into a very deep snowdrift. Luckily our calls for help were heard and a group of amused locals eventually pulled us out with ropes.”

“Bet it wasn't that funny at the time eh clem?”

“It certainly wasn't, Mimi. I'm not sure what the German equivalent of spherical objects, the freezing off thereof and brass monkeys is; but it was that!”

“The summer of 1970 and the very end of the hippy era. A crowd of us had gone to a free concert in east park. There I was in flowing gypsy skirt and Jesus sandals, love beads around my neck and the obligatory head band across my forehead. It was a beautiful hot summers day and the sun was shining.
When we got home and I removed the headband I had a lovely rosy glow...except where the headband had been. My then ( but soon to be ex) boyfriend laughed so much he fell off his chair.”

“u havent put yours on DJ ... was it looking in the mirror?”

“YES! It was looking in the mirror darling. I try not to tell people that me and you are twin sisters but sometimes I let it slip. That picture of me and you in that mirror after mummy had paid the surgeon to have you surgically removed from my side was so-o-o-o-o-o funny, yet cute in a 'black humour sort of way! You love me?

Funniest thing that's happened to me? It hasn't happened yet!”

“Just thought of it. The year is 1978, I'm walking down Brunswick Ave late at night eating a fish and chip supper with my new antique style leather jacket on. I'm really chuffed 'cos I've been saving up for it for weeks. All of a sudden some numbnut appears from nowhere saying "Give me the jacket". I keep cool and say "No chance". Whereupon he lunges forward, I sidestep and he trips and goes head-first into a tree. I'm not laughing at this time but when I get to the bottom of Brunswick Ave and turn around, some three or four minutes later and he's still layed out I am indeed laughing. Very loudly.

Now, if I ever tell this story again and it's the one where I bang the fish and chips into his face and set about him it'll be up to you which version you believe. Whichever version it was, he didn't get the jacket, and it was never reported in the Mail so I assume he recovered. Ha.”

“This same thing happened to me. ;)”