When I was at school
there was a guy in my year who I thought was hilariously funny. Years after leaving, my best mate told me one night, quite casually, that this guy HATED me and kept asking my mate while we were at school how he could stand being around me.

I remember it gutted me, even all those years later, just realising someone had taken against me so vehemently just for being myself.

I saw him on a bus about a year after that. He said hello and I replied but I never made any attempt to speak to him. The clownish twat. He fell in a river once. twat.

:P Sour grapes.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Mon 14 Jul 2008, 16:54, Reply)