My Biggest Disappointment
Often the things we look forward to the most turn out to be a huge let down. As Freddy Woo puts it, "High heels in bed? No fun at all. Porn has a lot to answer for."
Well, Freddy, you are supposed to get someone else to wear them.
What's disappointed you lot?
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( , Thu 26 Jun 2008, 14:15)
Often the things we look forward to the most turn out to be a huge let down. As Freddy Woo puts it, "High heels in bed? No fun at all. Porn has a lot to answer for."
Well, Freddy, you are supposed to get someone else to wear them.
What's disappointed you lot?
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( , Thu 26 Jun 2008, 14:15)
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My sledge...
All the kids had those fancy blue or red palstic molded sledges, that slid down snowy hillsides like ger-eased lightning. R'kid and I wanted one badly. "No, no" says R'dad, "you don't want to buy one of those, I'll get the joiners at work to make one".
And so he did. And not longer after he arrived home with the most wonderful of carpenter-built sledges. A long, two seater, sturdy kind of tobogan, with highly polished metal runners. It was all sanded beautifully, and painted very smoothly in tough gloss white paint (not good for finding in snow, but it looked the business).
We waited eagerly for the next snowfall, and eventually it came. Me and r'kid carried it carefully to the park, climbed the hill where the bigger boys had made a compressed snow run.
We took a run at the hill, we jumped on our sleigh, we slid off the very still slats of wood, and face-planted into snow.
The carpenters who had made it were obviously very skilled in the tools of their trade, but knew absolutely fuck all about sledge design, other than what one looked like.
The sides of the sledge that the gleaming steel runners were attached to were no more that 2 inches deeper than the front of the sledge. Instead of behaving like a hot knife through butter, it had all the properties of the Thames Barrier.
Thinking about it makes my bones sore with disappointment.
( , Fri 27 Jun 2008, 16:04, 2 replies)
All the kids had those fancy blue or red palstic molded sledges, that slid down snowy hillsides like ger-eased lightning. R'kid and I wanted one badly. "No, no" says R'dad, "you don't want to buy one of those, I'll get the joiners at work to make one".
And so he did. And not longer after he arrived home with the most wonderful of carpenter-built sledges. A long, two seater, sturdy kind of tobogan, with highly polished metal runners. It was all sanded beautifully, and painted very smoothly in tough gloss white paint (not good for finding in snow, but it looked the business).
We waited eagerly for the next snowfall, and eventually it came. Me and r'kid carried it carefully to the park, climbed the hill where the bigger boys had made a compressed snow run.
We took a run at the hill, we jumped on our sleigh, we slid off the very still slats of wood, and face-planted into snow.
The carpenters who had made it were obviously very skilled in the tools of their trade, but knew absolutely fuck all about sledge design, other than what one looked like.
The sides of the sledge that the gleaming steel runners were attached to were no more that 2 inches deeper than the front of the sledge. Instead of behaving like a hot knife through butter, it had all the properties of the Thames Barrier.
Thinking about it makes my bones sore with disappointment.
( , Fri 27 Jun 2008, 16:04, 2 replies)
I had one of these as a child
It was made out of a wooden pallet and had no metal runners. It was, in fact, a pallet.
Thanks dad.
( , Fri 27 Jun 2008, 19:05, closed)
It was made out of a wooden pallet and had no metal runners. It was, in fact, a pallet.
Thanks dad.
( , Fri 27 Jun 2008, 19:05, closed)
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