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» Modern Life
Modern TV is so scared of scaring us.
As a kid I was traumatised on a regular basis by public information films like "Protect and Survive" (You wouldn't) or Dark and Lonely Water (you will drown in the canal) or Apaches (you will drown in a slurry pit on a farm).
For fun you could watch the creepiest kids TV show ever; "The children of the stones" or in the evening Hammer House of Horror - where you might catch a supernatural murder and some ladies bosoms.
As a snack you could eat Smiths Crisps Horror Bags and tuck yourself in with a Pan book of horror.
Kids today would be ringing the ambulance chasers suing for "emotional distress", from their own iPhones, no doubt.
(Thu 23rd Jul 2015, 12:04, More)
Modern TV is so scared of scaring us.
As a kid I was traumatised on a regular basis by public information films like "Protect and Survive" (You wouldn't) or Dark and Lonely Water (you will drown in the canal) or Apaches (you will drown in a slurry pit on a farm).
For fun you could watch the creepiest kids TV show ever; "The children of the stones" or in the evening Hammer House of Horror - where you might catch a supernatural murder and some ladies bosoms.
As a snack you could eat Smiths Crisps Horror Bags and tuck yourself in with a Pan book of horror.
Kids today would be ringing the ambulance chasers suing for "emotional distress", from their own iPhones, no doubt.
(Thu 23rd Jul 2015, 12:04, More)
» Modern Life
Americanisation of the English language - and the selfie generation
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I was told yesterday that a colleague was on "Vacation".
Since when did anybody go on a "vacation" and when did my coffee become "Regular"?
Why can't the coffee ponce admit it's a small cup?
Don't get me started on "like". "It was, like amazing." Well was it amazing? Or did it just have a semblance of amazing?
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I grew up when people demonstrated against the government, boycotted foodstuffs and wanted to engage with life politically and socially. Modern youth blindly accept everything - the only way to get them irate would be to turn off their wifi so they can't post a picture of their own faces to their friends every five minutes.
(Thu 23rd Jul 2015, 11:40, More)
Americanisation of the English language - and the selfie generation
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.
I was told yesterday that a colleague was on "Vacation".
Since when did anybody go on a "vacation" and when did my coffee become "Regular"?
Why can't the coffee ponce admit it's a small cup?
Don't get me started on "like". "It was, like amazing." Well was it amazing? Or did it just have a semblance of amazing?
.
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I grew up when people demonstrated against the government, boycotted foodstuffs and wanted to engage with life politically and socially. Modern youth blindly accept everything - the only way to get them irate would be to turn off their wifi so they can't post a picture of their own faces to their friends every five minutes.
(Thu 23rd Jul 2015, 11:40, More)
» More Fire!
Touching table cloth
I sat at the age of ten underneath the dining room table with a box of matches. I lit the tassles of the Indian cotton table cloth that trailed over the edges. Then woomph. On hearing this strange sound I crawled out from underneath to see the entire table on fire. My mother put it out by patting it out. I think she used her blackened hand to wallop me across the legs.
I did progress to making pit bombs from camping "gaz" tins, car stopping roadside flashes using fertilizer mixed with sugar and a mortar from a drain pipe and Guy Fawkes rockets. How easy it would have been to become an arsonist.
(Thu 29th Jan 2015, 14:26, More)
Touching table cloth
I sat at the age of ten underneath the dining room table with a box of matches. I lit the tassles of the Indian cotton table cloth that trailed over the edges. Then woomph. On hearing this strange sound I crawled out from underneath to see the entire table on fire. My mother put it out by patting it out. I think she used her blackened hand to wallop me across the legs.
I did progress to making pit bombs from camping "gaz" tins, car stopping roadside flashes using fertilizer mixed with sugar and a mortar from a drain pipe and Guy Fawkes rockets. How easy it would have been to become an arsonist.
(Thu 29th Jan 2015, 14:26, More)