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» Best Graffiti Ever
They do what?
Way back in the Thatcher time, when the anti gay clause 28/29/whatever was about to be passed, by way of protest a bunch of us were bent on doing pink graffiti all over town. One of our initial efforts was defaced by a nasty great big message from the National Front. We'd come up with the devastating riposte "GAYS KILL NF SCUM". Only our paintjob didn't go quite as planned. We were working around dawn on Sunday mornings when town was empty but this was our last graffiti of the day and we hit the shift change for the police. Suddenly the streets were full of cop cars and we had to call the guy with the paintbrush off. So there we were, hiding behind the fence watching the filth go by, waiting for a chance to finish, and he'd only got as far as "GAYS KILL" . Gays kill, yeah right, that was the message we wanted to get across. No way we could leave it so kudos to the guy who risked arrest for the sake of the last six letters.
(Sun 6th May 2007, 3:27, More)
They do what?
Way back in the Thatcher time, when the anti gay clause 28/29/whatever was about to be passed, by way of protest a bunch of us were bent on doing pink graffiti all over town. One of our initial efforts was defaced by a nasty great big message from the National Front. We'd come up with the devastating riposte "GAYS KILL NF SCUM". Only our paintjob didn't go quite as planned. We were working around dawn on Sunday mornings when town was empty but this was our last graffiti of the day and we hit the shift change for the police. Suddenly the streets were full of cop cars and we had to call the guy with the paintbrush off. So there we were, hiding behind the fence watching the filth go by, waiting for a chance to finish, and he'd only got as far as "GAYS KILL" . Gays kill, yeah right, that was the message we wanted to get across. No way we could leave it so kudos to the guy who risked arrest for the sake of the last six letters.
(Sun 6th May 2007, 3:27, More)
» Strict Parents
Banned Words
In my house we had banned words. Not the sweary ones, they weren't so much banned as unthinkable (this was a long time ago). You see my Mum had her troubles and was easily provoked to tears, shouting or random slappings. And one of the things that provoked her was our childish habit of incessantly repeating whatever words or phrases caught our fancy. The ones I remember, all from kids programmes: "Squidgy Bod" which we took to singing to the Robin Hood theme tune, "Beaker beaker", our take on the noise made by the munchkins in a Wizard of Oz cartoon and my personal favourite, Tex Tucker. Tex was a handsome puppet cowboy from Four Feather Falls. He was my first crush and for some reason, which I won't spell out for some reason, my three year old self found it tremendously exciting to use my parents bed as a trampoline and bounce up and down whilst chanting "Tex Tucker! Tex Tucker!" at the top of my voice.
Naturally the ban only made the words in question much funnier. Well into our teens my brother and I could and would drive our poor Mum frantic by squeaking "Beaker beaker" and treating her to bursts of the Squidgy Bod song. I was over that Tucker guy though.
(Fri 9th Mar 2007, 1:03, More)
Banned Words
In my house we had banned words. Not the sweary ones, they weren't so much banned as unthinkable (this was a long time ago). You see my Mum had her troubles and was easily provoked to tears, shouting or random slappings. And one of the things that provoked her was our childish habit of incessantly repeating whatever words or phrases caught our fancy. The ones I remember, all from kids programmes: "Squidgy Bod" which we took to singing to the Robin Hood theme tune, "Beaker beaker", our take on the noise made by the munchkins in a Wizard of Oz cartoon and my personal favourite, Tex Tucker. Tex was a handsome puppet cowboy from Four Feather Falls. He was my first crush and for some reason, which I won't spell out for some reason, my three year old self found it tremendously exciting to use my parents bed as a trampoline and bounce up and down whilst chanting "Tex Tucker! Tex Tucker!" at the top of my voice.
Naturally the ban only made the words in question much funnier. Well into our teens my brother and I could and would drive our poor Mum frantic by squeaking "Beaker beaker" and treating her to bursts of the Squidgy Bod song. I was over that Tucker guy though.
(Fri 9th Mar 2007, 1:03, More)
» Accidentally Erotic
Cybersex
Mine is from Dr Who. Now that isn't too unusual is it? There has been plenty of
non-accidental eroticism over the years after all. But me, I find myself getting all turned on watching cybermen, I think it's something about the way they walk. And now they're coming baaaaack! I do hope Russell Davies doesn't let me down.
(Tue 7th Feb 2006, 12:16, More)
Cybersex
Mine is from Dr Who. Now that isn't too unusual is it? There has been plenty of
non-accidental eroticism over the years after all. But me, I find myself getting all turned on watching cybermen, I think it's something about the way they walk. And now they're coming baaaaack! I do hope Russell Davies doesn't let me down.
(Tue 7th Feb 2006, 12:16, More)