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BADGERBADGERBADGERBADGER mushroommushroom

I'm 30something and a lazy academic
I like beer.
After a lifetime in London I'm now lecturing in Edinburgh


Red Rocket loves tea. So do I.



In my spare time I navigate F-14s in a slightly homoerotic way

I love my old cars. Currently I've got just had to sell this, sadtimes

that is all

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» Real-life slapstick

The squash-racket cyclist spang.
I've posted this before on \talk, but fuck it, you lot can have it too.

this story is from my postdoc at UCL, many years ago. Well, about 6. UCL has some squash courts on Huntley St, and to get there from the Biochem Eng buildings you must cross Gower St at Torrington Place. Gower St is a three lane, one-way, southbound road that is parallel to Tottenham Court Road. Of this information, only the three-lane, one way part of it is important.

Two colleagues of mine were wandering back from from a squash game when I spied them on the other side of Gower St and shouted a suggestion of a beer. As good pedestrians (fuck it, it was rush hour) they waited for the lights to change and crossed on the green man. At this point the game was still apparently being dissected. One of them decides to demonstrate a particularly beautiful backhand. Just as a cyclist, approaching through the stationary traffic between lanes 1 and 2, decides "fuck it, red lights don't apply to me, I'm a cyclist!" and jumps the lights..... racket straight in the face. I swear it lifted him clean off his bike. It certainly dumped him in a bloody and broken heap on the floor in the middle of the junction.

I'm still giggling slightly now, the fucking idiot. An actual Spang. In my mind, it made that noise. I think it might of actually been more of a crunch in real life though.
(Thu 21st Jan 2010, 15:23, More)

» Festivals

Bearpookie reminds me
Glastonbury in the early and mid-nineties, whilst getting over the fence was still de riguer and it wasn't entirely populated by arseholes and mud ... the police had an interesting problem, they couldn't be seen to condone drug use but they didn't want to be seen as heavy-handed either, and were mostly after serious dealers. Cue some bright spark going "Lads, I've got an idea..."

two police transits. all the doors and windows open. Four cops with supersoakers. "Smoking a fat one there, sir? Oh, it seems to have gone out and, oddly, you're all wet now"

Work of genius. The facial expressions of pissed-off crusties realising there was exactly fuck all they could do was truly wonderful. Made my day the first time I saw it.
(Mon 8th Jun 2009, 10:27, More)

» Stuff You've Overheard

A conversation between my brother and his mate
"I was thinking, you know .... anal sex must hurt like buggery"

you have to laugh really
(Thu 10th Jun 2004, 15:16, More)

» Worst Nicknames Ever

OK, picture a mountain biking accident many years ago
Friend of mine (called Basil, so that's a bad start anyway), out riding, he got his weight a bit low over the rear tyre going quickly down a steep drop-off .. he was wearing loose shorts .. 3" gash in the scrotum, right testicle drops out. Somehow gets to hospital with the other pod intact but the right one has to go, too much risk of infection or something

You'd think some sympathy perhaps? Oh good God no. For the rest of his natural, this chap will be known as Womble.
(Thu 18th May 2006, 17:05, More)

» Made me laugh

Photo taken whilst driving to work a few months ago.
enough, I feel, said.


(Tue 11th Dec 2012, 10:03, More)
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