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» School Sports Day
It Wasn't Ment To be
Just to set the tone of the story, at school i was one fo the sporting crowd, sprinted for the county, never picked last in games etc..
Anyway its 1999 and im in my final year of college, a strapping 16 year old all ready for his final sports day (how i miss them). I've been training all year, pushing myself to near comatose to knock a few milli-seconds of the all important time of the 100m event.
Step back further in time, every since i was young ive alway been 2nd best in the schools ive been to, some chutney ferret called Robert being the best. Every year he beats me,this has gone on for near 10 years. Try as i might i cant leaglly beat the sod.
Back to 1999, and the day before the hollowed event, and im feeling like shite. Dizzy, Sore Throat, Flu etc. That night i say a prayer to the god of Lem-sip and go to bed. Next morning im still shite, only this time with odd spots over me, hmmm i think never mind lets get ready for school and the sports day.
The time arrives and im lined up on the track, Robert next to me. The usual plesantrys are observed and away we go............ I Come last. Robert has a big grin on his face. Turns out i had the start of Chicken Pox at the age of 16, im sure you can imagine how bad it was.
Anyway due to that day im now a 15 stone lazy sod who plays computer games.
(Mon 3rd Apr 2006, 13:18, More)
It Wasn't Ment To be
Just to set the tone of the story, at school i was one fo the sporting crowd, sprinted for the county, never picked last in games etc..
Anyway its 1999 and im in my final year of college, a strapping 16 year old all ready for his final sports day (how i miss them). I've been training all year, pushing myself to near comatose to knock a few milli-seconds of the all important time of the 100m event.
Step back further in time, every since i was young ive alway been 2nd best in the schools ive been to, some chutney ferret called Robert being the best. Every year he beats me,this has gone on for near 10 years. Try as i might i cant leaglly beat the sod.
Back to 1999, and the day before the hollowed event, and im feeling like shite. Dizzy, Sore Throat, Flu etc. That night i say a prayer to the god of Lem-sip and go to bed. Next morning im still shite, only this time with odd spots over me, hmmm i think never mind lets get ready for school and the sports day.
The time arrives and im lined up on the track, Robert next to me. The usual plesantrys are observed and away we go............ I Come last. Robert has a big grin on his face. Turns out i had the start of Chicken Pox at the age of 16, im sure you can imagine how bad it was.
Anyway due to that day im now a 15 stone lazy sod who plays computer games.
(Mon 3rd Apr 2006, 13:18, More)
» Never Meet Your Heroes
Oh Happy Day
Im a big fan of the god that is tony robinson, so it was a happy day when i found out they were doing a live ep of time team here in leicester. Off i went to the god forsaken village that it was in where some woman had found some missing link thingy in her bed of daisys. Anyway at the end of filming i went over to him to get the all important photograph which ended up a good one, but to top it off i found myself in the local with him having a pint talking about maid marien!
Oh and on another note i called Peter Taylor a wanker for fecking up Leicester City. Your teeth aint so white now are they nobby.
(Thu 25th May 2006, 17:02, More)
Oh Happy Day
Im a big fan of the god that is tony robinson, so it was a happy day when i found out they were doing a live ep of time team here in leicester. Off i went to the god forsaken village that it was in where some woman had found some missing link thingy in her bed of daisys. Anyway at the end of filming i went over to him to get the all important photograph which ended up a good one, but to top it off i found myself in the local with him having a pint talking about maid marien!
Oh and on another note i called Peter Taylor a wanker for fecking up Leicester City. Your teeth aint so white now are they nobby.
(Thu 25th May 2006, 17:02, More)
» Worst Nicknames Ever
My friend In
less friendly circles gets called "grandad" due to his parents being older than the norm. Go figure.
(Wed 24th May 2006, 15:32, More)
My friend In
less friendly circles gets called "grandad" due to his parents being older than the norm. Go figure.
(Wed 24th May 2006, 15:32, More)