Repressed memories…
I was only 5 months old…my mum was taking me to town on the bus and I inadvertently unleashed a bowel splintering brown trout in my nappy. As my mum set about the arduous task of cleaning up my semi-explosive effluence she opened up my choc-full pampers to the sniffing public. Then, as the lingering honk began to waft mercilessly through the bus I clearly recall a woman giving me such a foul and angry glare that it instantly and permanently made me live in fear of all mankind from that day forth.

I’ve received a lot of bad stares since…but they were definitely my first-‘evils’…

What? It’s Thursday isn’t it?

Oh…sorry… wrong Thursday
(Mr Twisty Cheeky The worst kept secret in B3ta..., Thu 4 Jun 2009, 15:03, Reply)