My Arch-nemesisI 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
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:01)
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My ex bossBully of the highest order who made my life a living hell for years.
How much do I detest the bloke?
I already have the tune picked out that I will play when I dance on his grave.
It's called The Irish Washerwoman, a lovely little jig that ocasionally pops up in TV shows or commercials.
Just hearing it makes my heart lift and a smile spread across my face.
Oh how I'll dance! La la la la la la la la la la la la la!!!!
Here, have a sample (apologies for the fact this version features Andre Rieu, but such is the burning hatred that even the Flying Dutchman can't impact on the joy this song brings me)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VFxMTn6hL-Y&feature=PlayList&p=FE8E4EA9272F8EBA&playnext_from=PL&playnext=1&index=20
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difficultchild, Fri 30 Apr 2010, 3:55,
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