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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My father is the king of this oneHe was born in Scotland - but moved to Canada when he was about 2, where he remained until he was 27.
How can it be, then, that on family holidays to Scotland, as soon as the word Scotland appeared on the roadsigns, he would without fail become transformed into Wee Jimmy McSporran, the doughty crofter?
Ghastly, simply ghastly.
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Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 16 Jan 2009, 11:49,
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I must admit...that I tend to do this as well when visiting family in Edinburgh. That and, more embarrassingly, when rather too drunk.
To be fair, I try not to, but after a week or so, it starts slipping :-/
Going up in February with the missus, wish us luck.....
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