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Believes instant mashed potato is the greatest evil to have befallen this Earth.
Actually thinks Rocky V is quite good.
Scared by the skeleton in the old Scotch tape adverts.
Can shove two whole Polo mints up one nostril.
Scarred for life after putting Tippex on a wound.
Owns an Atari Jaguar.
Reckons the slightly obscure 1980s cartoon Ox Tales is the greatest TV show ever made.
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Believes instant mashed potato is the greatest evil to have befallen this Earth.
Actually thinks Rocky V is quite good.
Scared by the skeleton in the old Scotch tape adverts.
Can shove two whole Polo mints up one nostril.
Scarred for life after putting Tippex on a wound.
Owns an Atari Jaguar.
Reckons the slightly obscure 1980s cartoon Ox Tales is the greatest TV show ever made.
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» School Assemblies
We once had a lecture about the dangers of sodium
Several weeks before said assembly, one lad in my year had the bright idea of smuggling a fair-sized bar of the stuff out of one of the science labs... and spitting on it. All things considered, he got off fairly lightly - the only lasting damage was him losing the sight in one eye. Any possible brain damage would have been hard to ascertain due to his already well-established lack of intellect.
However, when the time came for him to be dragged up on stage as an example to us all, it seems he hadn't yet got used to his lack of depth perception and tripped on the steps on the way up. Understandably the tone somewhat changed.
(Thu 13th Jun 2013, 13:40, More)
We once had a lecture about the dangers of sodium
Several weeks before said assembly, one lad in my year had the bright idea of smuggling a fair-sized bar of the stuff out of one of the science labs... and spitting on it. All things considered, he got off fairly lightly - the only lasting damage was him losing the sight in one eye. Any possible brain damage would have been hard to ascertain due to his already well-established lack of intellect.
However, when the time came for him to be dragged up on stage as an example to us all, it seems he hadn't yet got used to his lack of depth perception and tripped on the steps on the way up. Understandably the tone somewhat changed.
(Thu 13th Jun 2013, 13:40, More)
» Rogues, Villains and Eccentrics
I'm surprised there aren't more of them about in Wrexham
We've got a very tall woman who has an Edwardian vibe about here - the hair, the clothes and lipstick so bright it can blind a man. Striking to say the least. I'd also be very surprised if she hadn't been born a bloke.
The Irishman who sings songs about Jesus in the town centre most Mondays. Thing is, these are songs he's written himself, he sings them accappella and he can't hold a note.
Mr. Urquhart - an old man you can smell coming. He must be the undead as he actually seems to be decomposing. One of my work colleagues actually had the misfortune of going to his house - apparently it smells even worse than he does which I struggle to believe.
Vernon - the archetypal Jasper Carrott "nutter on the bus", the routine could have been written about him. Add random bird calls and you've got someone who could talk crap for Wales.
(Fri 28th Sep 2012, 17:31, More)
I'm surprised there aren't more of them about in Wrexham
We've got a very tall woman who has an Edwardian vibe about here - the hair, the clothes and lipstick so bright it can blind a man. Striking to say the least. I'd also be very surprised if she hadn't been born a bloke.
The Irishman who sings songs about Jesus in the town centre most Mondays. Thing is, these are songs he's written himself, he sings them accappella and he can't hold a note.
Mr. Urquhart - an old man you can smell coming. He must be the undead as he actually seems to be decomposing. One of my work colleagues actually had the misfortune of going to his house - apparently it smells even worse than he does which I struggle to believe.
Vernon - the archetypal Jasper Carrott "nutter on the bus", the routine could have been written about him. Add random bird calls and you've got someone who could talk crap for Wales.
(Fri 28th Sep 2012, 17:31, More)