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Yeah...This should be more interesting, but isn't.
I lurk a lot, do some basic animating when I get ideas (rarely) and wish I was good at 'shopping.

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» Advice from Old People

My gran
after I showed her how to operate her microwave for the umpteenth time said to me "You learn something every day" then paused and followed it up with "and then forget it every night"
(Thu 19th Jun 2008, 20:27, More)

» Childhood Ambitions

As a wee kiddie
I had high aspirations indeed. When all the others were wanting the ridiculous and impossible jobs - astronaut, pop star, football player - I had my feet firmly on the ground. I knew where the good life would be for me when I grew up. I wanted to be a dog.
(Thu 29th Mar 2007, 20:26, More)

» It was a great holiday, but...

Foolish food fun
On holiday in Tunisia, and on first night we went to a fancy restaurant (Everything is relative, so when I say fancy I mean there were only a few feral cats running around the place). The menus consits of two things, essentailly: Cous cous (I cannot stand cous cous) and an item called 'Akods'.

We ask the waiter what Akods is and he explains, making a face, that "it is meat...tunisian". Excellent I say. When (another) waiter comes back to take our order, and I ask for akods he stops short and looks up at me. "You know what it is?" he says, eyebrow raised. My mother then has the foresight to ask specifically what meat it is. The waiter moos at us, in order to establish that it is a cow. He then goes on to say "It is...how you say...the dick of the cow".

I considered my options, cous cous or cow cock.

Bull cock is almost flavourless, suprisingly thin and very rubbery. The tip is liable to make one throw up.

Apologies for the length of both my tale and my meal
(Mon 25th Apr 2005, 20:23, More)

» Childhood bad taste

When I were young...
I developed an attachment to two...interesting objects. One was a pair of bright yellow lyrca cycling shorts (I couldn't even ride a bike back then) and the other was a white fake fur coat (I'm male). I would wear these two in tandem almost every day and no one had the simple basic human decency to bully me for it. Bastards! I kept going for almost a year

/first post
(Sat 11th Dec 2004, 13:06, More)

» Where is the strangest place you have slept?

When I was a young 'un
(I was about 9, I think) My family, I forget how and why, found ourselves on a train in Germany. We had legitimate tickets, but no reserved seating. But we took a more or less empty table and sat around it, hoping that the people who had reserved it for a stop a long way away would forget, or something. As the journey wore on the train filled up neatly and we awiated the ominous stop in trepidation. Eventually it came, and sure enough we were ousted. We managed to secure 2 seats in another carriage, but there being 5 of us, this was less than ideal. My parents took the chairs and left the three children to fend for ourselves. I found myself in the little space for luggage between two sets of chairs. After playing a fantastic game where I stuck my hand through the gap to the chairs going "wibblewibblewibble" with the two German women trying to catch it before I pulled it back in, I curled up and took a nap. I woke up with a suitcase being rammed into my side and a German man who was either angry, confused or apologetic (not speaking German it was tricky to know what his feelings were, really)
(Fri 29th Dec 2006, 22:29, More)
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