OH! WHAT A LOVELY QUESTION
-stretches fingers-

There was...the art teacher who tried to strike me with a fencing sword because i denounced realism and espoused the glory of neo-plasticism in his earshot.He's still there,i phoned him up to badger him not so long ago.

The english teacher who every day came to school with a briefcase and a thermos.Everyday,a briefcase and a thermos.A briefcase and a thermos.they were never opened,and gradually my mind began to fill with the kind of itchy curiosity that only affects the young or the drunk.Finally,after seeing him carry his briefcase and a thermos (briefcase and a thermos) into school I broke into his room and opened them.In the briefcase I found half (half?) a pair of sunglasses...and the thermos was full of moss.

A man i know who screams every time you say the word 'french'.

A gentle,timid art professor who gets through a television a month...apparently because he doesn't go very long without getting so angry he puts his foot through it.Must be ITV.

A lady who pushes a pram full of dog-biscuits around town.Possibly married to...

The man who wanders around shouting about traffic cones.Slowly,he's convinced me that they're actually aliens who feed at car accidents,and i do feel vaguely uncomfortable around them.

the man who says there's a radio in his head that transmits the speeches of Fidel Castro.he also gets the Two Ronnies,apparently.

Oh,and there's me,who according to some occasionally wakes up shouting 'the bees!the bees!'....

that's enough for now.It's just the tip of the iceberg.
(Fuckpig "That's not even a pound a midget.", Fri 31 Oct 2008, 11:40, 3 replies)

A man I know who screams every time you say the word 'french'.
It wouldn't be Al Murray, by any chance?

I used to get the Thames Valley's no.1 bland radio station 2-TEN FM on my fillings. It turned out I worked on the top floor of an office block, directly beneath the transmitter.
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Fri 31 Oct 2008, 11:54, closed)

it's not the pub landlord,no.though i know one who claims...
never mind.
(Fuckpig "That's not even a pound a midget.", Fri 31 Oct 2008, 12:00, closed)

He was well ready to answer any query on the contents of his flask..
Sir, sir, what's in your Thermos?

(Opens and pours some moss out..)

The(r)-Moss is in the Thermos of course..

That's pretty funny, I bet he'd been waiting for someone to out and ask him that for years! Can't figure the demi-shades though.. any more powerful minds care to decipher that one?
(AndyC4m Eject Eject [><], Wed 5 Nov 2008, 15:07, closed)