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Last Saturday afternoon I was walking along Jamaica Road in Bermondsey and there was a guy about ten yards in front of me. He stopped to buzz the door at a nice modern block of flats. As I walked past I caught the exchange - a woman answered the intercom, the bloke said "Hi it's Martin" - she then said, in classic WG welcoming tones "Hi Martin, come on up" and buzzed him in.

 

I carried on walking with a smile on my face at knowing what I'd just witnessed and a pang of jealousy at the fun 'Martin' would be having while I grovelled round the supermarket  :angry:

 

Anyone got any similar stories of witnessing a blatant punt scenario?

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He may have been her boyfriend and

 

she could have had his pants down around his ankles within minutes of shutting the door....

 

or he could indeed have been a punter and

 

she could have had his pants down around his ankles within minutes of shutting the door....

 

you will never know..............   ;)

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He may have been her boyfriend and

 

she could have had his pants down around his ankles within minutes of shutting the door....

 

or he could indeed have been a punter and

 

she could have had his pants down around his ankles within minutes of shutting the door....

 

you will never know..............   ;)

I call my friends by their name when I'm adressing them. If they identify themselves in this scenario, I'd be as likely to use the same words. A case of overactive imagingation methinks ;-)

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He may have been her boyfriend and

 

she could have had his pants down around his ankles within minutes of shutting the door....

 

or he could indeed have been a punter and

 

she could have had his pants down around his ankles within minutes of shutting the door....

 

you will never know..............   ;)

I read somewhere earlier this evening that repetition is a sign of old age!! :)

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I read somewhere earlier this evening that repetition is a sign of old age!! :)

 

I read that too..... I think it was on a forum somewhere..............

 

 

:wacko:

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.... the bloke said "Hi it's Martin" - she then said, in classic WG drug vendor's welcoming tones "Hi Martin, come on up" and buzzed him in.

 

 

He was probably there for a quarter.

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He was probably there for a quarter.

Indeed or a nine bar. ;)

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Nope. I have experience of both, and this reeked of a punt

 

:ph34r:

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Blatent scenario.There used to be a couple of ladies working opposite my local.Was treated one night to the site of a very drunk and desperate guy banging away at the door begging to be let in.Was quite amusing watching everyone pointing and laughing at him.Should point out the pretty much everybody knew what the property was being used for.

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Last Saturday afternoon I was walking along Jamaica Road in Bermondsey and there was a guy about ten yards in front of me. He stopped to buzz the door at a nice modern block of flats. As I walked past I caught the exchange - a woman answered the intercom, the bloke said "Hi it's Martin" - she then said, in classic WG welcoming tones "Hi Martin, come on up" and buzzed him in.

 

I carried on walking with a smile on my face at knowing what I'd just witnessed and a pang of jealousy at the fun 'Martin' would be having while I grovelled round the supermarket  :angry:

 

Anyone got any similar stories of witnessing a blatant punt scenario?

That could have been a date

 

OK if it was a punt - you felt envy - but it might have been a bummer of a punt

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Nope. I have experience of both, and this reeked of a punt

 

:ph34r:

 

Are you that new DCI from Tower Bridge?

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That could have been a date

 

 

 

He wasnt dressed for a date, the scruffy sod  :D

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He wasnt dressed for a date, the scruffy sod  :D

I go on scruffy dates!!

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He may have been her boyfriend and

 

she could have had his pants down around his ankles within minutes of shutting the door....

 

or he could indeed have been a punter and

 

she could have had his pants down around his ankles within minutes of shutting the door....

 

you will never know..............   ;)

Or he could've been a plumber.

 

 

A real plumber, I mean. Not the kind you get in porn films.

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Or he could've been a plumber.

 

 

A real plumber, I mean. Not the kind you get in porn films.

 

   But then he would have been carrying his tool kit   .... not his punting bag  ....

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You'll have everyone looking over there shoulders next!!! :lol:

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With Inna?

Inna likes her guests to wear a suit. I turn up in my birthday suit :eek:

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Inna likes her guests to wear a suit. I turn up in my birthday suit :eek:

Not gonna ask where you hang the tie then :)

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Not gonna ask where you hang the tie then :)

Ties are so.............................. last year!! :)

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Ties are so.............................. last year!! :)

So definately not the season for a dickie then?

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good luck to him, as they say takes one to know one :)

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Last Saturday afternoon I was walking along Jamaica Road in Bermondsey and there was a guy about ten yards in front of me. He stopped to buzz the door at a nice modern block of flats. As I walked past I caught the exchange - a woman answered the intercom, the bloke said "Hi it's Martin" - she then said, in classic WG welcoming tones "Hi Martin, come on up" and buzzed him in.

 

I carried on walking with a smile on my face at knowing what I'd just witnessed and a pang of jealousy at the fun 'Martin' would be having while I grovelled round the supermarket  :angry:

 

Anyone got any similar stories of witnessing a blatant punt scenario?

A few years ago various nice ladies took turns working at a little terraced house at the end of a cul-de-sac overlooking the Kennet and Avon Canal just outside the town centre in Reading. On two or three occasions, I showed up at the same time as another punter: red-faced smiles, "after you, good sir", "no, no, after you", "may I recommend the beer in the Block and Tackle while you wait?", "why thank you ". I think these days I would probably work up the courage to say "let's go for it together mate! Which end do you want?".

 

Manners maketh man!

 

Regards, Rob.

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A few times over the years I have bumped into other punters coming and going though it has been very rare. A few days ago around lunchtime I rang an escort near where I work and arranged to call to her there and then. Hadn't been with her before and got directions which cited a particular shop as a landmark (I was to call here when I got there). Assuming it was an apartment (correctly as it happened) where I have been with several girls in the past I drove to within sight of the apartment as parking is much easier there than around the shop. As I sat in the car about to call to 'confirm the address' I saw another man walking towards the apartment with his phone up to his ear and he went inside. Just got me thinking little did he realise that there was someone looking on who knew exactly what his business was, and wondering how often that has been the case for me too. I imagine even in the case of many 'discreet' apartments etc. it is far more common than we think.

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A couple of weeks ago I visited a lady in a block of flats on a gated site.  She buzzed me through the security gate and directed me to her block.  When I reached it the main door to the block was propped open so I just walked in and headed for the lift only to be stopped by a security guy/concierge sitting behind a desk with another man.  "Can I help you sir?".  "It's ok I'm just visiting a friend!" say I cheerily.  "You'll have to go back outside and ring their number" he says and leads me outside and shuts the door.

 

Fortunately she'd given me her flat number so I called it and she buzzed me in.  Two pairs of eyes followed me as I crossed reception, and then followed me again with even greater scrutiny as I left exactly one hour later, my visit to my "friend" concluded.

 

I'm pretty sure they rumbled me  :D

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