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Quote: Sofa_Matt @ July 8 2008, 1:11 PM BST

Yes Graham I can beat that. This is my story.

I used to be a Fingerprint Expert, a what? I hear you ask. Basically I examined fingerprints from scenes of crime and found out who dunnit. I also on occassion had to take fingerprints from dead bodies in mortuaries in order to either identify them or 'prove' identity.

OK here we go.......

A man killed himself in Chelmsford Prison, and whilst everyone is always confident about who is who, as part of the 'confirmation ticking' exercise, fingerprints are taken from the deceased and checked with those held on record to PROVE conclusively that evryone is on the same page so to speak.

I did so, noting that this particular individual had a tattoo on his arm proudly advertising his loyalty to Stoke City FC.

Upon leaving the mortuary, I quipped to the junior colleague who was attending with me "Huh, no wonder he killed himself, being a Stoke City fan"

Immediately a car with three women each smoking a fag with the window down burst into tears and uncontrollable wailing.

Yes you guessed it, this was the car containing the grieving relatives waiting to 'Identify' the body, hoping beyond hope that a terrible mistake had been made and it was in fact not their loved one that had been found swinging in his cell earlier that day.

To make matters worse our cars were parked next to eachother, so close in fact that I had to squezze in between them to gain access to my vehicle. I drove outta there like a F1 driver on the starting grid!

This was not my finest hour, and I felt genuine embarrassment and anxiety at the time, but my god I've dined out on it a few times since Cool

That's astonishing, and worthy of writing up.

A finger printe expert, comedian, rugby player something of a renaissance man?

No longer a fingerprint expert, never made it as a comedian and cant play rugby anymore. Life has a habit of biting you in the bum, right.

You're funny, Mr Bandage.

Agreed.

Quote: Sofa_Matt @ July 8 2008, 1:34 PM BST

No longer a fingerprint expert, never made it as a comedian and cant play rugby anymore. Life has a habit of biting you in the bum, right.

I want a sitcom about fingerprinting dead people!

Quote: oldcowgrazing @ July 8 2008, 1:35 PM BST

You're funny, Mr Bandage.

Sadly not intentionally.

Quote: zooo @ July 8 2008, 1:41 PM BST

Agreed.

I want a sitcom about fingerprinting dead people!

I have the knowledge, if you have the talent. :)

Quote: Sofa_Matt @ July 8 2008, 1:11 PM BST

Yes Graham I can beat that. This is my story.

I used to be a Fingerprint Expert, a what? I hear you ask. Basically I examined fingerprints from scenes of crime and found out who dunnit. I also on occassion had to take fingerprints from dead bodies in mortuaries in order to either identify them or 'prove' identity.

OK here we go.......

A man killed himself in Chelmsford Prison, and whilst everyone is always confident about who is who, as part of the 'confirmation ticking' exercise, fingerprints are taken from the deceased and checked with those held on record to PROVE conclusively that evryone is on the same page so to speak.

I did so, noting that this particular individual had a tattoo on his arm proudly advertising his loyalty to Stoke City FC.

Upon leaving the mortuary, I quipped to the junior colleague who was attending with me "Huh, no wonder he killed himself, being a Stoke City fan"

Immediately a car with three women each smoking a fag with the window down burst into tears and uncontrollable wailing.

Yes you guessed it, this was the car containing the grieving relatives waiting to 'Identify' the body, hoping beyond hope that a terrible mistake had been made and it was in fact not their loved one that had been found swinging in his cell earlier that day.

To make matters worse our cars were parked next to eachother, so close in fact that I had to squezze in between them to gain access to my vehicle. I drove outta there like a F1 driver on the starting grid!

This was not my finest hour, and I felt genuine embarrassment and anxiety at the time, but my god I've dined out on it a few times since Cool

Superb story. On a par with a friend of mine who went round to a tenant's house to tell him he was being evicted. Ended up telling the daughter, who had answered the door, while unbeknownst to him a hearse was pulling up in the driveway behind him to take the deceased tenant away.

Quote: zooo @ July 8 2008, 1:41 PM BST

Agreed.

I want a sitcom about fingerprinting dead people!

So glad you added the printing.

Quote: Sofa_Matt @ July 8 2008, 1:34 PM BST

No longer a fingerprint expert, never made it as a comedian and cant play rugby anymore. Life has a habit of biting you in the bum, right.

I'm sure you've written some funny stuff I've read.

Also just because you haven't reached the destination doesn't make the journey pointless.

Loving that fingerprints story.

I've a fox pass of my own. I was at a wrap party for the Steve Coogan film, Cock and Bull Story when one of my friends spotted a girl in the crowd she thought was famous but couldn't place.

"She's Kelly McDonald", I said, "You know - the one who gets f**ked by Ewan McGregor in Trainspotting!"

So impressed was I at my own knowledge that I didn't realise I'd lost all control of my volume. Kelly and her entourage turned to me and gave me some absolutely scorching looks.

But it doesn't end there. Ten minutes later I'm relaying the story of what happened to another friend and, doing an impression of myself, I repeat, "You know - the one who gets f**ked by Ewan McGregor!"

And guess who's standing right behind me. That time I just left the room.

Quote: zooo @ July 8 2008, 1:41 PM BST

Agreed.

I want a sitcom about fingerprinting dead people!

Call your character Harry and title it "Prints Harry".

Quote: David Bussell @ July 8 2008, 1:56 PM BST

Loving that fingerprints story.

I've a fox pass of my own. I was at a wrap party for the Steve Coogan film, Cock and Bull Story when one of my friends spotted a girl in the crowd she thought was famous but couldn't place.

"She's Kelly McDonald", I said, "You know - the one who gets f**ked by Ewan McGregor in Trainspotting!"

So impressed was I at my own knowledge that I didn't realise I'd lost all control of my volume. Kelly and her entourage turned to me and gave me some absolutely scorching looks.

But it doesn't end there. Ten minutes later I'm relaying the story of what happened to another friend and, doing an impression of myself, I repeat, "You know - the one who gets f**ked by Ewan McGregor!"

And guess who's standing right behind me. That time I just left the room.

Laughing out loud Laughing out loud Laughing out loud Laughing out loud Laughing out loud Laughing out loud Laughing out loud

Cronewoman and Biffergirl sounds like a superhero pairing that was meant to be.
Not heard biffer before though! *Casually drops it into vocabulary*

Someone actually did a faux pas to me the other day, she was lucky I have a good sense of humour.
She was talking about how the former owner of the business I was serving her in had passed away last week, and that apparently he had died on his granddaughter's 21st birthday and how weird it was that her grandmother had gone into hospital the day before he died. She made a flippant joke (but not in a nasty way) about how she must have been trying to bumop them off for a nice 21st inheritance present for herself.
I let her carry on and carry on, and then I told her that she was talking about me.

Oh her face! The funniest expression I have ever seen in my life. Laughing out loud

Got to make the best of things. :D

I've had a few but this one sticks with me.

I'd just moved into my first house and luckily enough a 'biffer' as Graham would put it lived a few doors down. And she was niiiiice!
So one day I'm unloading the shopping from the boot of my car and she's walking along the street. By now I'd snooped around and found out she was single also. So here goes nothing, opening line at the ready. I lift the last of my shopping out of the boot and go for the old homo erectus to deliver my opening gambit, forgetting that the boot of my car often stuck at less than full open I strike my head on the corner and hit the floor like a crumpled rag.
Needless to say I never ever got the gumption to talk to her again and was wearing a really cool 'bandage' on my head for days.

Quote: David Bussell @ July 8 2008, 1:56 PM BST

Loving that fingerprints story.

And guess who's standing right behind me. That time I just left the room.

Did you get her number?

Hah! Those are briliant!

Quote: Marc P @ July 8 2008, 2:02 PM BST

Did you get her number?

If he did he probably had to have used the smoothest line in the history of smooth lines!

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