» Stuff I've found

Sticky Stick
My daughter found a Harry Potter wand in the middle of the New Forest. Trust her at the age of two to find a plastic stick in a forest.
(Thu 6th Nov 2008, 15:19, More)

» Well, that taught 'em

Wish we'd stuck around to see the conclusion...
I come from a large family - 4 girls and 1 boy. My parents don't drive, so we used to take day trips on coaches and occasionally the train.

There's a big age gap between the two eldest girls and the rest of us (14yrs), so they were at the rebellious stage well before I ever got there.

We'd travelled to Salisbury for a day out and on returning to the station, decided to have a drink in the platform cafe. Some oaf had decided to stretch out across a bench seat and have a sleep, with all his possessions (it seemed) piled up by his head - and taking up yet more seating. It was busy in there, so having another 7 turn up for tea meant that some people were standing.

Although efforts were made to rouse the chap, he continued to sleep.

Unfortunately, my big sister noticed his crossed legs, and deftly re-tied his shoelaces without disturbing him. The crowds around us murmured and looked on with alarm as we all left smiling.

The guy would have woken, uncrossed his legs and prompty have fallen to the floor. That served the git right...
(Fri 27th Apr 2007, 14:15, More)

» Hidden Treasure

Elastic Bands
As children, we used to play in the grounds of our local firestation. In the bushes where we'd set up camps, I found the odd elastic band.

Only a few years later I realised what I'd been flicking at my little sister and brother - obviously the main 'used' part had rotted away with time...
(Fri 1st Jul 2005, 16:39, More)

» Guilty Pleasures

Poo
I love taking a crap at work - especially if I've had anything with onions in it, as it's guaranteed to smell just disgusting.

I also like masturbating while my boyfriend is in another part of our house - he doesn't have a clue why I end up all rosey cheeked.
(Thu 7th Apr 2005, 16:43, More)

» Public Transport Trauma

Trains -
I've been travelling 14 miles back and forth to work on the same train service for the past god-knows-how-many years... It never fails to amuse me how thoughtless people can be.

I'm quite a gentle soul in everyday life, with a very even temper. But when I get riled, then I get loud, very loud.

One day on my way home (pre-children) on a hot sunny day, I got the pleasure of having to sit on the window seat of a train - the guy had stood up and made me sit there, even though I only had two stops to travel. That wasn't a great start, but hey ho - the sun was shining, I had a great book to read and it was nearly the weekend.

The guy placed his burgundy rucksack on the tiny back-of-seat table and removed an A4 sheet of paper to read. Then he put it away, brushing against my arm and left breast with his elbow. Now I'm not too bothered by this - it was likely to be a complete accident.

Until he did it again, with the same A4 sheet... twice.

At which point, I picked up my book, stood up and said very loudly "Can you stop touching my tits and pretending to read that sheet of paper which you have had out of your bag three times". He got up, embarrasssedly snuggled his backpack to the front of him and head down disappeared down the carriage and out of my life.

I got a few funny looks, but mostly I could tell that the other commuters respected me for speaking out. I think it raised a few smiles, and possibly whithered something else that had been raised.
(Fri 30th May 2008, 16:37, More)