» Bizarre habits

Email inboxes
I have to mark all messages as read as soon as I see them come in. For some reason I hate the bold font and number next to the folder in Outlook. It drives me mental when I see other people's mailboxes with them all over the place in their inbox, deleted items, personal folders etc. Am I the only one?
(Fri 2nd Jul 2010, 7:48, More)

» Pure Ignorance

It'll be all Wright
My dad frequents the same golf club as one time footballing legend and current mediocre television personality, Ian Wright. My dad arrived one morning to find Wrighty with his head under the bonnet of his shiny red Ferrari and asked,

"Engine trouble?"

while Wrighty replied,

"No mate, this is the boot, the engine is in the back" as he appeared with his golf clubs.

Oh the shame that I share the same genetic material.
(Tue 11th Jan 2005, 14:05, More)

» Bizarre habits

Always lock the door
I always have to lock the door when I'm taking a shit, even if there's nobody else in and no chance of them coming home. I think it becuase I used to live in a house with cats and one pushed a poorly shut door open and started rubbing itself around my ankles when I was dropping the kids off. It's a bizarre feeling having something furry rub itself around your legs while your starfish is stretching over a particularly large brown log, and not one I want to recreate.
(Fri 2nd Jul 2010, 0:24, More)

» Shoplifting

Not 'shop' lifting so much but a good steal
One night at uni of far too many cheap pints of snakebike & black we discovered that someone had taken a toilet door of the hinges in one of the bar bathrooms. Aiming to go one better than this we decided to pinch it and one small distraction caused and several of us were away with the door pegging it down the main campus thoroughfare whooping "We've stolen a toilet door".

We then took said door on a tour of our friends in various halls to show off our prize and discovered most people are less than impressed when you wake up their whole corridor hammering on the door to show them something you've nicked.

Anyway, it ended up in a friend's bed as we knew they would be out until late and they were bemused to say the least to find it when they staggered back from the pub to flop out on their bed only to find it much less springy than when they left for the evening.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of someone hammering on my door and noticed that during the night the toilet door had mysteriously made it's way into my room. Convinced I'd been rumbled I sheepishly opened the door only to find the handyman come to fix some furniture and a knowing smile when he saw the door. I eventually had to wake up in the dead of night, dress all in black and take the door and dump it somewhere near the bar in the hope that it could be reattached.

Length? About 6 foot
(Thu 10th Jan 2008, 12:45, More)