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There's saving money, and there's being tight: saving money at the expense of other people, or simply for the miserly hell of it.
Tell us about measures that go beyond simple belt tightening into the realms of Mr Scrooge.
( , Thu 23 Oct 2008, 13:58)
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Growing up poor isn't much fun, especially when you start to notice that you're poor - for example, upon starting at the local grammar school and realising that all the other children there have been conceived on a bed of money under a stocks and shares quilt.
My parents, keen to make sure I fitted in, went to great lengths to acquire the correct uniform for me. It wasn't enough for the school that they had a good academic and somewhat pretentious reputation, oh no. School regulations clearly described not only what one must wear but also from which shop one must purchase it.
And so, at the tender age of 14, at a school where I had been persistently bullied for three years, when my hormones were trampolining around my body and self-consciousness was my favourite past-time, my mother bought me a replacement school duffel coat. A bottle green, wool duffel coat. Floor length. And she bought it cheap - from my best friend's mother.
Yup, I had to go to school every day for two years in a floor length, bottle green woolen duffel coat that my (suddenly ex-)friend was only too pleased to announce to everyone had been hers. Hypothermia looked more and more attractive.
I'm not really accusing my mother of being a tightwad, merely that she might have wanted to rethink her strategy. I'll happily wear secondhand clothes - just not ones that have belonged to a bitchy, snobbish teenage girl whose family were so posh she had chocolate biscuits (chocolate biscuits!) in her packed lunch.
I'm going to write one of those "Miserable Irish Childhood" books about my suffering and make myself a fortune.
( , Mon 27 Oct 2008, 9:00, 73 replies)
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I think it might explain the guilt I feel having eaten several packets of chocolate biscuits. They fuck you up, your mum and dad. I have a biscuit complex now.
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*imagines multi-complex of apartments, cinema and shopping mall amde entirely of biscuits*
Ooooh!
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And it would have paddling pools full of chocolate spread and whipped cream for wrestling in.
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But I bet the building inspectors would never allow it.
We'll have to kill them, and grind their bones to make the paddling pool jelly.
( , Mon 27 Oct 2008, 9:13, closed)
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let the lovely b3taladies wrestle on their faces until they decided it was a good idea.
( , Mon 27 Oct 2008, 9:16, closed)
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All building inspectors are c*nts, and should be treated as such.
I say we burn them. With Kerosene.
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Tell me, do you get much lady fun action?
( , Mon 27 Oct 2008, 11:41, closed)
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How are you both?
I had a grey duffle coat, but mine was cool becasue I used to pretend that Slimer from Ghostbusters lived in the pockets, and he'd scare away girls.
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I imagine you being exactly the same when you were a wee boy - chasing girls and making them look at pictures of your cock.
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what are you trying to suggest? I don't make anyone look at pictures of my cock, they do it of their own free will. Even al.
Nope, I was a right ugly, unpopular little kid, I only became arrogant when I discovered women's self-lubricating penis recepticles.
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a healthy couple of teaspoons, usually, but it feels like much more when you've got it in your mouth.
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as an interesting (or disturbing, whichever yuo prefer) side-note. I spluff so often that I can make it so very little comes out, but if I store it up for a few days... well, let's just say we made need to start building an Ark.
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disturbing.
And is that why CHCB is a little hard of hearing, and smelling?
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I like to think that the reason CHCB is hard of hearing, and smells, is because of all the dogging she does on building sites.
Those workmen and their massive tools, but she'll never learn.
EDIT and spell definitely correctly, or I'll bust you back down to 26.
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This weekend I discovered that a good way of punishing my little girl for bad behaviour was to tell her that every time she's naughty, I'll knock a year off her age, and treat her as such. So if she's really naughty she'll end up in a nappy with a bottle, but if she's good I'll treat her like a grown up.
I've got this whole parenting thing mastered.
( , Mon 27 Oct 2008, 9:29, closed)
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That's not fair, now i'm a virgin again.
Your parenting sucks.
( , Mon 27 Oct 2008, 9:38, closed)
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piss wank. Still, I was boozing since the age of 14 and at 17 I still smoked lots of drugs. So that's okay.
( , Mon 27 Oct 2008, 9:37, closed)
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Damn. I wanted to get you under 16, that way sleeping with you would be twice the thrill.
:C
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There I was, innocently thinking al meant snot. You two are atrocious.
*spaffs*
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but my poverty-stricken mother solved the problem in a different way.
Back in the early 1960s, she'd won £100 on the pools. It arrived in cash and she invested some of it in my older sister's school uniform.
(Nobody else knew about this windfall until she told me about 10 years ago - my father would've blown the lot on Airfix models and pipe tobacco.)
So, as Sis was 9 years older than I was, the lot was carefully mothballed against the day when it would be needed. In due course I inherited it.
It was all out of date, faded, far too big (as inded it must've been when Sis first wore it) and I had to wear it for 5 years.
The huge hockey boots were probably the worst. I collected many bellowed winter bollockings for NOT TRYING when in fact I couldn't even walk properly.
My own kids were kitted out in the latest, probably not most expensive but certainly the most peer-acceptable school togs.
I still hate all sports with a vengeance.
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green knickers for PE.
We were allowed to wear gym blouses, and socks and shoes as well, but no trousers or skirt, just the green knickers.
And that parent thing of buying things big so you can grow into it... the only thing that ever worked with was my school skirt which lasted me the full seven years but went from calf-length to mid-thigh over those seven years.
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higher than that on occasion.
And i'm creaming myself over the thought of you in green gym knickers.
( , Mon 27 Oct 2008, 9:51, closed)
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after all.
*doffs cap to al*
Green knickers are about as sexy as me in a vest.
( , Mon 27 Oct 2008, 9:56, closed)
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Bert in a vest
*spluffs uncontrollably*
Oh noes! I got it in CHCBs mouth, nose, ears and anus!
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when I wear vests.
Still, they could be my love-handles, as I'm too skinny to have proper ones.
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I'm so, so sorry. I've disgusted rachelswipe and now i've disgusted you.
*isn't really sorry*
*is still imagining green gym knickers*
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You're making me want to throw up yesterdays breakfast.
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about CHCB in green knickers, she's a fine Irish lady, they wear green all the time.
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She's a beautiful, fine figure of a woman, and i love her.
Or we'll have to have pistols at dawn.
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I'd challenge you to a knife-fight quite happily.
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spaffing cocks at dawn.
CHCB can judge who's is the best.
Spaff that it, not cock. I wouldn't have a chance otherwise.
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When I met Mrs al, I could see from the twinkle in her eye that she was a very satisfied young woman.
Of course, she could be getting that satisfaction elsewhere, but you get the idea.
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thanks for that. I think that twinkle may have been because she was drunk.
I fear we may have disgusted CHCB away from her own thread.
Or maybe she's working *shudders*
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like illegitimate children, she could never be disgusted by us.
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knives it is. I've got a three inch Kitchen Devil with your name on it.
Not literally, but personalised knives would be a nice christmas present for you.
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So... a kitchen devil...
I'll use my Fairborne-Sykes Fighting Knife, in that case :)
Five inches, and designed to cause maximum slicing to veins and arteries, with minimum stabbing effort.
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but my kitchen devil can do carrots and cheese... so.. er... if you're made of carrots and cheese I can chop you up into little chunks and make a not very nice sandwich of some sort.
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by the simple addition of some Branston Pickle, said boring sandwich would become quite tasty.
Or if you had some corned beef and ketchup I would be tempted to eat Kaol myself.
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Broccoli? are you made of broccoli? Or courgettes? Or peppers of any colour (though green ones are pointless and bitter)?
Hang on, are you made of green peppers then?
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My heart is a green pepper, pumping bitterly and pointlessly.
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We had a similar policy at our school, and my mum had the same idea.
For the first few years I was forced to wear not only a second hand blazar from a different school, with flaps over the pockets which the official ones didn't have (hence my nickname becoming "jonny flaps"), but also I had to wear my elder sister's blouses (the difference being the buttons do up on the other side and there's more space round the chesticles area), thank christ they never noticed that one though, I dread to think what I'd have been called.
I'm over it now though, and only wear my wife's pants at the weekend....
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Angela's Ashes did it very well; the miserable book that is.
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