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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not me but..
Mrs Nimrodihnio, grew up Penarth,South Wales (there's posh!).
when she was about 9 they moved from Cogan to a slighty 'nicer' part of the town and she moved school too.
A week or so after she moved in she invited her new friend from school, Andrea Jones (name changed), for tea. Naturally the house was not as spick and span as you would expect, but livable.
All went well with the visit but over the next few days at school she felt left out by her new class mates. Finally someones told her that Andrea had announced to the whole class 'that Stephanie, she lives in a dirty house'.
31 years later it still has the power to drive her in a low level of rage and curse the uberbitch Andrea. All through school she harboured a bubbling resentment against her and has subsequently delighted in the misfortune that Andrea has suffered.
All I have to do is menton it in passing and I still get at least 5 minutes of what she did, what a 'jumped up cow she is' how big her fat arse is, 'she's thinks she's posh but her dad worked for the council' and 'no wonder her husband was shagging around'.
The feedback to 'move on' has not been taken.
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 13:18, Reply)
Mrs Nimrodihnio, grew up Penarth,South Wales (there's posh!).
when she was about 9 they moved from Cogan to a slighty 'nicer' part of the town and she moved school too.
A week or so after she moved in she invited her new friend from school, Andrea Jones (name changed), for tea. Naturally the house was not as spick and span as you would expect, but livable.
All went well with the visit but over the next few days at school she felt left out by her new class mates. Finally someones told her that Andrea had announced to the whole class 'that Stephanie, she lives in a dirty house'.
31 years later it still has the power to drive her in a low level of rage and curse the uberbitch Andrea. All through school she harboured a bubbling resentment against her and has subsequently delighted in the misfortune that Andrea has suffered.
All I have to do is menton it in passing and I still get at least 5 minutes of what she did, what a 'jumped up cow she is' how big her fat arse is, 'she's thinks she's posh but her dad worked for the council' and 'no wonder her husband was shagging around'.
The feedback to 'move on' has not been taken.
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 13:18, Reply)
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