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It's been a while since we last asked this question and CaptainFellatioNelson's confession that he likes "to fart under the duvet, creep in and see how long I can last only on the fart air contained within" reminded us just how good it was last time.

What are the little things you do for fun when nobody else is around?

(, Thu 13 Mar 2008, 11:48)
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Shakespearean education
Lots of b3tans would appear to have literary, semi-literary of filmic internal narrators. My take on the same theme is that my internal narrator tries to explain things like computers, radios, medicine, thuderstorms, post-Kantian German philosophy and electric trains...

... to William Shakespeare.

In my world, Shakespeare just happens to have stepped out of a wormhole right in front of me. Naturally, there's no way I can get him back to 1604, and so I have to habituate him to 2008.

As well as explaining the broad sweep of European history to him, I also have to do things like figure out how to get him an NI number, bank account, education and job. It's quite a task, as you'd imagine. But it's one to which, like the bastard offspring of Nietzsche and Sisyphus, I return eternally.

I ought to get out more.
(, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:11, 17 replies)
maybe, in return
you could get him to scrap all the history plays. The boring ones about English kings. Yawn. Tedious waste of my education, those.
(, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:14, closed)
Oooooh... no...
Some of those are ace. Although some are bollocks.
(, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:15, closed)
I thought that was just me
Except in my head I have to explain things to Henry VIII, and it's me who has just stepped out of the wormhole (so I get to wear a pretty frock like I'm in a costume drama or something).
(, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:17, closed)
Hmmmm... maybe I'm detecting the lingering influence of Margaret Gleave on this...
(, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:21, closed)
Funnily enough
I do this too, only with Michael Faraday!

But sometimes I go back to his time instead.
(, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:21, closed)
I KNEW she put something in those cakes!
(, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:22, closed)
I think
you're all nuts.

Says the girl who has Tom Waits as her internal narrator... http://www.b3ta.com/questions/guiltypleasures2/post130581
(, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:23, closed)
But if you'd met Margaret and her cakes...
(, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:25, closed)
@ Enzyme
I remember her on the trip to Flanders, wearing wellies and flirting with the curators.

Did she throw your year a history party at her place?
(, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:27, closed)
@ HLT...
Not only that: she invited us all to her house every Christmas for years after we left, and I seem to remember making the trip to Betley every year while I was an undergrad.

Truly a star.
(, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:29, closed)
@ Enzyme
You were honoured!

She only taught me for a term, so I don't think I made it onto her list of luminaries...
(, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:31, closed)
I was in the class of 1988-9, then 1993-5 for European history, plus extra lessons in the autumn of 1994 on the Great Elector of Brandenburg-Prussia for the Oxford exam... She loved her VI form.

(It was Dave D for the British history part of the A level. We were blessed.)
(, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:34, closed)
I got the eye-candy
Mills for GCSE
George for A/S-level

I paid attention, but not to the history...
(, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:36, closed)
Anus and I used to burst out into a rendition of "Baby Face" every time he walked into the room... and I took over Martin George's job teaching politics and philosophy for a summer in 2004.
(, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:37, closed)
poor old Mills
There was a reason he left after a mere two years. I think my history set was responsible. But he did used to play fascist football with us. Good man.
(, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 11:40, closed)
So i'm not the only one.
A few weeks ago I had a dream that was the inverse of happylittletulip's; him in the present, me trying desperately to stop him roaring around Cardiff like a great big racist sexist middle-english-speaking Brian Blessed.

Perhaps it's just as well I can't remember the dream in detail.
(, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 12:08, closed)

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