bah
"We need to talk" used to come from my parents once in a while. "Get your arse in gear", "this person's died" or "what do you think of our decision to move to" or whatever.

Memorably, however, was the time I was in boarding school and my housemaster had me brought to his part of the house. "We need to talk Mo, I'm getting a little worried about this and this person", and so on and so forth. These were house meetings and three of us attended them: head of house and 2 deputies, all voted for. These things started at 9pm and finished well after midnight. And no.way. OUT! ARGH! His wife usually brought some drinks and biscuits but it didn't help because the cockmuncher kept repeating himself. Again, and again, and again.

meh. apologies for length and shittiness, I shall do better next week
( morrybyte made a subtle namechange at, Fri 20 Apr 2007, 10:18, Reply)