Too much informationRakky writes "A friend of mine, when quizzed why she was late to the pub, announced 'I was at accident and emergency, having a stuck tampon removed. They had to have a right old dig around for it.' Suffice to say, no one was interested in their Scampi Fries after that."
When have you shared just that little too much?
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chthonic, Thu 6 Sep 2007, 10:09)
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my grandfather was a theatre critic for most of his life.He was belligerently traditional. He hated 'modern' theatre, and had nothing but venom for such productions as 'Hair' and 'Equus'. Often he'd describe the play, writer, actors and/or anyone who liked it with his worst insult, 'effeminate' (slightly ironic given his profession). But his particular bugbear was modernisations of Shakespeare. He hated them so much that my mother was forbidden to have an LP of the soundtrack to 'West Side Story'. One day during the '70s, he reviewed a 'challenging' production of MacBeth, where the characters were all meant to be pigs, and the actors performed naked but for a pig mask, and covered in (actual) excrement. He was so outraged that in the middle of writing a scathing review he had a heart attack, and died.
The coroner ruled it was foul play.
(, Tue 11 Sep 2007, 10:34, Reply)
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