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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And a Walkman was a Sony product.One's own Nemesis is a personal version of the Goddess.
ISTR that Nemesis moved slowly toward the person until, eventually, catching up and spelling their doom. Many of these tales seem to me to have that air of inescapability to them.
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