Things we do to fit in"When I was fifteen," writes No3L, "I curled up in a Budgens trolley while someone pushed it through the supermarket doors to nick vodka and Benny Hedgehogs, just to hang out with my brother and his mates."
What have you done to fit in?
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chthonic, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 12:30)
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LittleI had very little cred, coolness, dignity etc at school but I made up for this in academic brilliance - ha! that showed them!
What little I did have, my mum spent a not inconsiderable amount of time eradicating. I was never allowed to choose my own clothes, ever. Until one day. When ski jackets were all the rage, my mum finally relented to my endless verbiage and agreed to let me choose my own ski jacket. After all, it would keep me warm in winter. We went to C&A or some other hole in Stockport. After a while, I spotted it, not only was this just goddarn it the most beautiful piece of accouterment I had ever clapped eyes on, it was currently the piece de resistance of one the ages most popular television stars. This one single item of clothing, would quite possibly make me the coolest, and most popular kid in the school, if not the county.
Retrospect is a wonderful thing and I realise now I misunderestimated my future schoolage worshippers. In my school, if your parents numbered more than 1, and they owned a house, you were a middle class twat.
So I probably shouldnt have bought this jacket as so proudly adorns Mr Harry Enfield, in his guise as Loadsamoney.
20 odd years later, its still entirely possible to walk though my old village and hear the occasional distant "LOADSAMONEY" accompanied by a jeering, shaking of a wad of money action, followed by a doppler wave of laughter and giggles.
But like almost every previous post, I learned not to try to fit in and be myself but this is something everyone has to figure out for themselves.
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I have run out of coke is a little sweaty, Fri 16 Jan 2009, 9:44,
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Show us your wedgeAnd have a click
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