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Gratitude, prudence, joy, humility, chocolate. Pies.


The home of...

Repetitious cartoon-ering

Series 1

Series 2






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» Brain Fade
I work night shifts
and a friend at work had got me one of those black night masks (those velvety blindfold things) to help me sleep during the day.
I took the night mask out of its packet and thought 'Cool! I wonder what I look like while wearing them...' - so I went and stood in front of the bathroom mirror. And put them on.
*headslap*
(Fri 22nd Mar 2013, 12:41, More)
I work night shifts
and a friend at work had got me one of those black night masks (those velvety blindfold things) to help me sleep during the day.
I took the night mask out of its packet and thought 'Cool! I wonder what I look like while wearing them...' - so I went and stood in front of the bathroom mirror. And put them on.
*headslap*
(Fri 22nd Mar 2013, 12:41, More)
» Clubs, gangs, and societies
Club Nintendo
As a kid I entered a competition in a comic to win a Nintendo Entertainment System (or NES, to you youngsters). Inevitably I didn't win, but I hadn't read the small print on the compo - apparently everyone who entered got a lifetime membership to 'Club Nintendo' which entailed receiving a Club Nintendo Membership Card and a Club Nintendo Magazine every two months full of NES reviews, NES tips and other pro-NES articles (what with it being written by Nintendo themselves).
It's difficult to describe the frustration felt regularly receiving a magazine through the post featuring all the great games available for a console THAT I DIDN'T HAVE.
(Thu 21st Jun 2012, 14:16, More)
Club Nintendo
As a kid I entered a competition in a comic to win a Nintendo Entertainment System (or NES, to you youngsters). Inevitably I didn't win, but I hadn't read the small print on the compo - apparently everyone who entered got a lifetime membership to 'Club Nintendo' which entailed receiving a Club Nintendo Membership Card and a Club Nintendo Magazine every two months full of NES reviews, NES tips and other pro-NES articles (what with it being written by Nintendo themselves).
It's difficult to describe the frustration felt regularly receiving a magazine through the post featuring all the great games available for a console THAT I DIDN'T HAVE.
(Thu 21st Jun 2012, 14:16, More)
» Made me laugh
Being shouted at from a car
I was returning home from the supermarket, holding two full shopping bags, walking alongside a busy road. A car passed by with the passenger window wound down and the young male inside looked at me and shouted:
'Yeah, you'd better hold those bags, mate!'
Well, presumably it made *him* laugh afterwards...
(Thu 6th Dec 2012, 17:59, More)
Being shouted at from a car
I was returning home from the supermarket, holding two full shopping bags, walking alongside a busy road. A car passed by with the passenger window wound down and the young male inside looked at me and shouted:
'Yeah, you'd better hold those bags, mate!'
Well, presumably it made *him* laugh afterwards...
(Thu 6th Dec 2012, 17:59, More)
» Devastating Put-Downs
Lost in the supermarket
Back in my Sainsbury's days I was a lowly shelf-stacker working alongside two not-unattractive womanfriends in their late 30s, Jenny and June. I'd decided to grow a crap beard (it's your right once you hit 21 to try and grow face-fuzz) which I was rubbish at maintaining, sparse in some areas, thick and bristly in others. Jenny had started to call me Jesus because of this unsightly follicular growth.
After a few months of this, I finally came up with a good (well, acceptable) comeback - next time she called me Jesus I'd call her Mary (geddit?) - and looked forward to using it...
And lo, soon I walked past Jenny and June...
Jenny called out "How's it going, Jesus?"
"Fine thanks, how are you... Mary?"
There was a pause. Then June spoke.
"Mary, she ain't..."
(Thu 24th Nov 2011, 19:08, More)
Lost in the supermarket
Back in my Sainsbury's days I was a lowly shelf-stacker working alongside two not-unattractive womanfriends in their late 30s, Jenny and June. I'd decided to grow a crap beard (it's your right once you hit 21 to try and grow face-fuzz) which I was rubbish at maintaining, sparse in some areas, thick and bristly in others. Jenny had started to call me Jesus because of this unsightly follicular growth.
After a few months of this, I finally came up with a good (well, acceptable) comeback - next time she called me Jesus I'd call her Mary (geddit?) - and looked forward to using it...
And lo, soon I walked past Jenny and June...
Jenny called out "How's it going, Jesus?"
"Fine thanks, how are you... Mary?"
There was a pause. Then June spoke.
"Mary, she ain't..."
(Thu 24th Nov 2011, 19:08, More)




