» Nativity Plays

... may explain my lifestyle choice
Throughout Primary School all our Christmas plays were crap, so crap I can't remember any of them. Until my 4th year when the God-like Mr Thomas took over as headmaster and the performances were suddenly amazing. Being taller than average for may age at the time, articulate and able to learn and remember lines I was usually cast in pretty good roles. Year 4, We did The Naughty Sunbeam aka Jack Frost... I played Jack. Win! Year 5 was some play about a Christmas dove but I was too tall for the lead part so was cast as Herod (complete with beard) and year 6 (final yr of Primary) we did the epic, "This is your life - Santa Claus" I was the proud Santa who had to be reunited with various key people... elves, reindeer etc. The grand finale was my beautiful wife, Mrs Claus, played by my stunning blonde best friend at the time, Kim. Looking back on these roles, each part I played a male and ended up with some lovely laydee...

Hmmmm, makes you think.
(Mon 30th Mar 2009, 14:26, More)

» Housemates

Not technically MY housemate but...
my girlfriend is in her final year at uni and lives in the standard "student" house in Surrey (ill-fitting appliacnces, threadbare carpet that sort of thing). Me being 4 years older, and a full-time wage earner since the age of 18, has never had to put up with this type of accommodation. 2 out of the 3 other housemates are nice - girls who are clean, tidy and will usually wash up the next morning, or after cooking/eating.

Then there's the boy housemate, H. H is a pig! And yes, an actual pig would probably be a better housemate than H. H only lives about 20 minutes away from the uni, but am guessing he was sent to live away to "experience life"

Even though this life experience involves him going home EVERY weekend, the simple chores he was assigned from the cleaning rota (vacuum the hall, stairs and landing) and basic keeping his room clean are done by HIS MOTHER every week! So Monday his room will be tidy. Each day after eating, plates & glasses etc will stay in his room, ready for mummy to come and clean up.

He once left a buttery knife on his shelf in the fridge for over a week.

The GF and I had ordered takeaway and not being able to finish it put the rest in the fridge for following days lunch, leaving the naan bread on the side ready to put away later on. GF returns to discover naan missing, then spots it down the side of the dryer. H the pig had knocked it down there and not even bothered to come and apologise! He also has a habit of watching TV in the sitting room, eating popcorn and leaving a general scummy mess in his wake!

I'm so glad she's in her last year... we're moving out together... alone!!
(Tue 3rd Mar 2009, 13:42, More)