You'd have loved me when I was twelve then.
Heading to and from school for the holidays, I often had to negotiate the tube between Kings Cross and Heathrow, clutching two massive suitcases, two weekend bags, and a 'I'm very grown up, honest' handbag.
I think it's where I perfected my Death Glare.

My youngest granddaughter is almost 15, and I couldn't imagine her managing the Underground on her own. I'm surprised anyone let me do it at 12.

Times were simpler then. And paedos didn't like fat kids.
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Wed 15 Feb 2012, 16:52, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

Everyone loved you when you were twelve.
This explains your cavernous bucket fanny.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 15 Feb 2012, 16:59, Reply)