Spoilt Brats
Mr Newton sighs, "ever known anyone so spoilt you would love to strangle? I lived with a Paris Hilton-a-like who complained about everything, stomped her feet and whinged till she got her way. There was a happy ending though: she had to drop out of uni due to becoming pregnant after a one night stand..."
Who's the spoiltest person you've met? Has karma come to bite them yet? Or did you in fact end up strangling them? Uncle B3ta (and the serious crimes squad) wants to know.
( , Thu 9 Oct 2008, 14:11)
Mr Newton sighs, "ever known anyone so spoilt you would love to strangle? I lived with a Paris Hilton-a-like who complained about everything, stomped her feet and whinged till she got her way. There was a happy ending though: she had to drop out of uni due to becoming pregnant after a one night stand..."
Who's the spoiltest person you've met? Has karma come to bite them yet? Or did you in fact end up strangling them? Uncle B3ta (and the serious crimes squad) wants to know.
( , Thu 9 Oct 2008, 14:11)
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The road to hell etc....
Well, my brothers and I (see what I did there?) were sent to boarding school. This was because Dad was in the Forces and kids who move school every 2 years grow up ignorant. It wasn't just officers' brats, some of my mates' Dads had only 2 stripes.
BUT: if you're not sporty, or at least violent, there's no one to intervene. I was small, ginger and clever. No internet in those days, no Skype, not even STD landlines to foreign parts. Letters would take a week, and were read by the staff. For 7 years I was beaten like a gong by teachers and pupils alike.
Sometimes I wish I'd been apprenticed to an tripe boiler at 12; at least I'd have a trade and be able to handle people.
( , Thu 16 Oct 2008, 14:39, Reply)
Well, my brothers and I (see what I did there?) were sent to boarding school. This was because Dad was in the Forces and kids who move school every 2 years grow up ignorant. It wasn't just officers' brats, some of my mates' Dads had only 2 stripes.
BUT: if you're not sporty, or at least violent, there's no one to intervene. I was small, ginger and clever. No internet in those days, no Skype, not even STD landlines to foreign parts. Letters would take a week, and were read by the staff. For 7 years I was beaten like a gong by teachers and pupils alike.
Sometimes I wish I'd been apprenticed to an tripe boiler at 12; at least I'd have a trade and be able to handle people.
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