I'm going to Hell...
...because I said the Lord's Prayer backwards at a funeral to summon up the Goat of Mendes, Freddie Woo tells us. Tell us why you're doomed.
Thanks to Kaol for the suggestion
( , Thu 11 Dec 2008, 13:09)
...because I said the Lord's Prayer backwards at a funeral to summon up the Goat of Mendes, Freddie Woo tells us. Tell us why you're doomed.
Thanks to Kaol for the suggestion
( , Thu 11 Dec 2008, 13:09)
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If you see Nelson, tell him I'm sorry
As a bewildered young man, my politcal views veered wildly between the Young Conservatives and the Socialists Workers Party, essentially depending on which circle of college friends I was most desperate to impress.
I soon found that the SWP had the best of the booze-ups, while the Tories harboured the best posh totty 1980s Bracknell had to offer, which wasn't saying much to be brutally honest.
It was during this confused period of my life, I was one of dozens who piled onto a hired coach, where we were bussed to London to take part in a rather excitable South Africa Apartheid demo in Trafalgar Square.
Except - desperate to impress a slim young thing called Esther who always had spiders legs showing at Wednesday swimming club – I was kicking for the blues that week and the demo was one to KEEP that no-good leftie terrorist Nelson Mandela in jail.
Sorry, Madiba. I bought your book if it's any consolation.
First class ticket to Hull. Window seat, please.
( , Thu 11 Dec 2008, 13:22, 2 replies)
As a bewildered young man, my politcal views veered wildly between the Young Conservatives and the Socialists Workers Party, essentially depending on which circle of college friends I was most desperate to impress.
I soon found that the SWP had the best of the booze-ups, while the Tories harboured the best posh totty 1980s Bracknell had to offer, which wasn't saying much to be brutally honest.
It was during this confused period of my life, I was one of dozens who piled onto a hired coach, where we were bussed to London to take part in a rather excitable South Africa Apartheid demo in Trafalgar Square.
Except - desperate to impress a slim young thing called Esther who always had spiders legs showing at Wednesday swimming club – I was kicking for the blues that week and the demo was one to KEEP that no-good leftie terrorist Nelson Mandela in jail.
Sorry, Madiba. I bought your book if it's any consolation.
First class ticket to Hull. Window seat, please.
( , Thu 11 Dec 2008, 13:22, 2 replies)
Bracknell....
Damn! They HAVE political awareness and totty in Bracknell? Last I saw was a bunch of chavs sipping out of stella cans and pushing a pram with each arm! Ascot/Wokingham/Maidenhead on the other hand...
( , Thu 11 Dec 2008, 13:49, closed)
Damn! They HAVE political awareness and totty in Bracknell? Last I saw was a bunch of chavs sipping out of stella cans and pushing a pram with each arm! Ascot/Wokingham/Maidenhead on the other hand...
( , Thu 11 Dec 2008, 13:49, closed)
giddy christ
I did much the same thing once, only I got paid. Someone I knew in my teens was a young tory party bod (he was ok in most other respects, just so long as you didn't bring up politics) who discovered he was short on numbers for a young tory P.A.R.T.Y. (if you can call it that).
So he begs me to attend it, pleading and pleading, for a liberal artist type to pretend, for one night, to be a true blue. I refused, until the offer went up to £20, and I said yes.
I got very drunk, ate all the food, but that's nothing compared to how the 'guest of honour' (high-ranking tory MP) behaved towards me after a few drams, and I had to be rescued by another of my personal ilk.
Despite the money, I still feel ashamed by this.
( , Thu 11 Dec 2008, 13:52, closed)
I did much the same thing once, only I got paid. Someone I knew in my teens was a young tory party bod (he was ok in most other respects, just so long as you didn't bring up politics) who discovered he was short on numbers for a young tory P.A.R.T.Y. (if you can call it that).
So he begs me to attend it, pleading and pleading, for a liberal artist type to pretend, for one night, to be a true blue. I refused, until the offer went up to £20, and I said yes.
I got very drunk, ate all the food, but that's nothing compared to how the 'guest of honour' (high-ranking tory MP) behaved towards me after a few drams, and I had to be rescued by another of my personal ilk.
Despite the money, I still feel ashamed by this.
( , Thu 11 Dec 2008, 13:52, closed)
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