» The Dirty Secrets of Your Trade

I make cheese
And I leave a little of my own magic now and then in a selected cheese.

But I'm not going to tell you what brand of cheese I work for, that would ruin the suprise now, wouldn't it? ;)
(Thu 27th Sep 2007, 11:15, More)

» Your Weirdest Teacher

Let me think,
It would have to be my old French Teacher, Mr. Salter. If someone was in trouble the teacher would always call Mr. Salter to sort them out. He was like the macho man of the school, and he wasn’t the head. Anyway what was so weird about him was that he liked to bring in items of furniture from home to furnish his classroom. It started innocently with him bringing in an expensive office executive chair instead of the school bog standard one. It progressed to a bed side table lamp, getting the room carpeted then more worryingly a leather sofa. Apart from that we didnt do much french he would tell us intresting facts like, 'When you touch a table you are not actually tocuhing it' I wonder now if he actually had a home at all...
(Sun 13th Nov 2005, 16:22, More)

» Teenage Poetry

Mmm... Chavy
Im Orange With Envy

Look, theres Peter Andre
Hes looking browner then me
Everytime I see his tan
I get oranger with envy
(Sun 14th Aug 2005, 15:32, More)

» The last thing that made me cry

Hmm...
When I woke up in some girls bed, got up and stole loads of stuff and left.
(Sun 17th Apr 2005, 6:49, More)

» Your first cigarette

Well I have never actually smoke
But a few years back at school say, in year 9 or 8, we (well I and this goth gril who was very pleasant actually) tried something else.
It was lunch time on the fields and I and a group of people I hang out with were in this area on the edge of the field, kind of like a small woods area.

I happened to have a lighter because at that age who can resist burning things? Me and this girl decided to try smoking some dried grass/plant with long dry stems. The stem broke like straw, I broke it to a longish cigarette size, lit it and inhaled.

- It was horrible, I couldn't breath for about a minute. All I could feel was this horrible heavy and burning sensation in my lungs. I can't remember if she tried it or not, I think she did. Luckily no one really saw me having a mini breathing attack so I saved myself from further embarrassment.

I guess it was at a point that I had to fit in with the chavs or die.
(Wed 19th Mar 2008, 19:24, More)