In Edinburgh...the 'Gouranga Grannies' as I call them... strange bunch of Hari Krishnas who keep saying 'Gouranga' all the time.
I worked out the best way of avoiding them is to say 'Gouranga' at them, and then of course they have to stop saying what they had just started to say in order to say 'Gouranga' back again, during which time you can run away.
(I worked out the best way of avoiding them is to say 'Gouranga' at them, and then of course they have to stop saying what they had just started to say in order to say 'Gouranga' back again, during which time you can run away.
Moon Girl Technologies horrendous beanbag,
Tue 27 Jan 2004, 21:21,
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The best way to avoidGouranga Grannies is to bomb edinburgh till your 100% sure youve got them all. And then move to Glasgow. In fact, no. Somewhere else.
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Steak the weegie: I though I had gone?!?!?!?!?!,
Tue 27 Jan 2004, 21:25,
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I'd be too tempted to just keep saying"Gouranga" over and over while they're trying to talk.
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Tue 27 Jan 2004, 21:25,
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I've thought of that tooit could be very entertaining... but I'm not quite brave enough to try!
I bet my brother would though... unfortunately he doesn't live in Edinburgh.
(I bet my brother would though... unfortunately he doesn't live in Edinburgh.
Moon Girl Technologies horrendous beanbag,
Tue 27 Jan 2004, 21:26,
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I had an encounter with them...in Glasgow, just outside the Buchanan Galleries. They tried to force me to say Gouranga, but I resisted! They made my friend buy them some milk in Sainsbury's, he was scared of them, so he did...
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Tue 27 Jan 2004, 21:25,
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A friend of minewho had just been at the bakers, turned around and shouted, "I'M EATING A CAKE!" in his best Harry Enfield style voice.
It was funny at the time.
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Mystery_Bob,
Tue 27 Jan 2004, 21:40,
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