Room mate
At least this taught me a lesson.

In preparation for a week long trip aged 10 to Dinton (somewhere near stonehenge) we all had to write on a piece of paper in class who we would like to share a room with. Basically a list of some names so teacher could give us our 1st/2nd choice etc.


As many 10 year olds do I was prone to taking things to extremes. Put it this way if asked to write my address as the point where I should have stopped I would have continued:
Great Britain, Europe, Earth, Solar System, Milky Way... and similarly pathetic themes.

SO, asked who I would share a room with I named my mates, then went on to name class aquaintances, then others in the class and finished with the class Nerd-Mong called "Jeremy".

I think I must have been the ONLY person to name him as he was my new room mate. I was inconsolable when I found out.

So all the cool kids were in a bunk room and playing stupid games into the early hours while Jeremy and I shared a twin room.

Having said that we had our own ensuite showeroom and he kept himself to himself normally quietly reading before bed so I was able to get plenty of sleep and didn't have to smell 9 other kids poo like my mate upstairs!
(golddust QOTW now revolves around being a cunt, Fri 8 Dec 2006, 16:54, Reply)