My Arch-nemesis
I lived in fear of a Darth Vader-esque school dinner lady who stood me perpetually at the naughty table for refusing to eat mushy peas. An ordeal made worse after I was caught spooning the accursed veg into her wellies. Who, we ask, has wrecked your life?
Thanks to Philly G for the suggestion
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:01)
I lived in fear of a Darth Vader-esque school dinner lady who stood me perpetually at the naughty table for refusing to eat mushy peas. An ordeal made worse after I was caught spooning the accursed veg into her wellies. Who, we ask, has wrecked your life?
Thanks to Philly G for the suggestion
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:01)
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Like two gerbils in a bag fighting over the last chipolata
The cyclist who always seems to be on the same stretch of Wandsworth Road with me every morning. I'm a quick cyclist but he's a similar speed and he seems to love overtaking me and then climbing out of his saddle to peddle. Unfortunately he has a 1980s pair of quite threadbare red cycling shorts and it leaves little to the imagination.
Not exactly ruined my life but certainly had an effect on my breakfast most mornings.
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:59, Reply)
The cyclist who always seems to be on the same stretch of Wandsworth Road with me every morning. I'm a quick cyclist but he's a similar speed and he seems to love overtaking me and then climbing out of his saddle to peddle. Unfortunately he has a 1980s pair of quite threadbare red cycling shorts and it leaves little to the imagination.
Not exactly ruined my life but certainly had an effect on my breakfast most mornings.
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:59, Reply)
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