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Either you love 'em or you hate 'em. Or in the case of Fred West - both. Tell us your ankle-biter stories.
( , Thu 17 Apr 2008, 15:10)
Either you love 'em or you hate 'em. Or in the case of Fred West - both. Tell us your ankle-biter stories.
( , Thu 17 Apr 2008, 15:10)
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I was a creative child. That is to say I had lots of ideas. They weren't necessarily great. Still, throw enough shit at a wall and some of it will stick - and thus I came to the conclusion that the latest idea to congeal in my 6 year old brain was a work of genius second only to the bloke who reckoned you sell people pre-sliced bread.
I didn't like getting up in the morning. I had to get up at 6.45 so I could get a lift to school with my dad. I needed to save myself a precious few minutes so I could stay in bed a bit longer. I sneaked down to the kitchen a little after my bed time, went to the cupboard and got out the box of frosties. I went to fridge and got the milk.
It became apparent the next day, with sugary milky slop dripping out of the cupboards, that pre-mixing milk with cereal was perhaps not quite the revelation in human understanding I had been expecting. The old style cereal packets weren't exactly water tight, meaning the pint of milk had managed to work its way into every other box of cereal on the shelf, the bread, the bag of porridge, and then dripped down onto the shelf with the flour and sugar leaving a spectacular mess. As an added 'fuck you' from the God of Great Ideas the cereal in each packs had fused into a variety of unpleasant slops I was made to tidy up.
No breakfast for me that morning.
( , Tue 22 Apr 2008, 16:29, 3 replies)
I was a creative child. That is to say I had lots of ideas. They weren't necessarily great. Still, throw enough shit at a wall and some of it will stick - and thus I came to the conclusion that the latest idea to congeal in my 6 year old brain was a work of genius second only to the bloke who reckoned you sell people pre-sliced bread.
I didn't like getting up in the morning. I had to get up at 6.45 so I could get a lift to school with my dad. I needed to save myself a precious few minutes so I could stay in bed a bit longer. I sneaked down to the kitchen a little after my bed time, went to the cupboard and got out the box of frosties. I went to fridge and got the milk.
It became apparent the next day, with sugary milky slop dripping out of the cupboards, that pre-mixing milk with cereal was perhaps not quite the revelation in human understanding I had been expecting. The old style cereal packets weren't exactly water tight, meaning the pint of milk had managed to work its way into every other box of cereal on the shelf, the bread, the bag of porridge, and then dripped down onto the shelf with the flour and sugar leaving a spectacular mess. As an added 'fuck you' from the God of Great Ideas the cereal in each packs had fused into a variety of unpleasant slops I was made to tidy up.
No breakfast for me that morning.
( , Tue 22 Apr 2008, 16:29, 3 replies)
Brilliant!
I wish I'd have thought of that. I know it had no chance of working, but I would have been proud to have that sort of forward thinking :)
( , Wed 23 Apr 2008, 12:36, closed)
I wish I'd have thought of that. I know it had no chance of working, but I would have been proud to have that sort of forward thinking :)
( , Wed 23 Apr 2008, 12:36, closed)
Ever try the Renewable Fruit Theory?
Y'know take a bite out the apple while its still on the tree so it can grow back the next day?
( , Thu 24 Apr 2008, 0:32, closed)
Y'know take a bite out the apple while its still on the tree so it can grow back the next day?
( , Thu 24 Apr 2008, 0:32, closed)
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