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Post by Felice Landry on Sept 13, 2020 19:22:18 GMT
I'll get my coat.
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Post by amipal on Sept 13, 2020 19:25:03 GMT
Is that to pop over my shoulders? "There, there, amipal" you'll say, patting me on the shoulder. "Everything is going to be okay." |
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Post by Tuffers on Sept 13, 2020 19:50:37 GMT
I'll get my plastic bag.
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Post by Sheep2 on Sept 13, 2020 19:54:07 GMT
Dinnerblog: roast pork. The meat took longer than it should have to cook. Tasty thought. Worth the wait. And tons of apple sauce too. OTTM: boy's first day of school tomorrow. Hold me. Hold your what? You are so transphobic. |
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Post by Chumbles on Sept 13, 2020 19:58:41 GMT
Is that where people move away from the HS2 route? |
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Post by crankcaller on Sept 13, 2020 20:17:11 GMT
I feel a bit for parents who's kids are starting this year. All the best Amipal.
My daughter is in P4 now. The time flies in. Enjoy getting a cold. Regularly. Nits you say? Marvellous.
Is he going to school with kids he knows?
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Post by RollingEscargot on Sept 13, 2020 20:34:04 GMT
I used to go to school. It was ok. Feel free to pass that on to the youngster, amipal.
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Post by Sheep2 on Sept 13, 2020 21:07:18 GMT
I used to go to school. It was ok. Feel free to pass that on to the youngster, amipal. And you turned out mostly....erm Based on your experience he'll need a knife, a bigger knife, fireworks, some glue and a willingness to go to France Better hope a primary in Saltdean in 2020 isn't like Aberdeen in the 1980s. |
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Post by Felice Landry on Sept 13, 2020 21:17:09 GMT
Is that to pop over my shoulders? "There, there, amipal" you'll say, patting me on the shoulder. "Everything is going to be okay." Exactly. |
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Post by Chumbles on Sept 13, 2020 21:18:14 GMT
Or Willesden Junction in the 1950s. It still showed extensive damage left by the loving attention of the Luftwaffe. Even back then it was a grim place and it hasn't changed that much. But my brother and I would often escape to play in various bombed out bits. We lived in a downstairs flat of 3 rooms in one of these. And an outside lavatory ...  The first school I went to my mum had to pretty much drag me to after I'd met the Headmistress, Mrs Goldsmith, a huge, fat, fugly old cow with makeup so thick it looked as though it had been applied with a trowel. Through the plasterwork poked Mt Wart; the biggest excrescence I'd ever seen in my short 5 years of existence and I'd been playing on bomb sites! This gruesome caricature of a woman literally scared the shit out of me and my mother had to drag me home and wash me, beat my btm, clothe me and drag my tiny quaking self back to school. I'm pretty damn sure it won't be as bad as that, amipal. |
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Post by Faceless on Sept 13, 2020 21:26:10 GMT
As long as he knows to punch the biggest kid in class he'll be fine.
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Post by Chumbles on Sept 13, 2020 22:07:05 GMT
As long as he knows to punch the biggest kid in class he'll be fine. Until the biggest kid beats him senseless. My Dad's advice was simple: don't start a fight, but if you get into one finish it. Fast... nose, bollocks, ribcage, boy. |
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Post by RollingEscargot on Sept 13, 2020 22:17:59 GMT
I used to go to school. It was ok. Feel free to pass that on to the youngster, amipal. And you turned out mostly....erm Based on your experience he'll need a knife, a bigger knife, fireworks, some glue and a willingness to go to France Better hope a primary in Saltdean in 2020 isn't like Aberdeen in the 1980s. A fair point, but there are other people who went to the same school who have done very well for themselves. It's something that fills me with incandescent rage, tbh. |
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Post by Felice Landry on Sept 13, 2020 22:19:49 GMT
"It is not enough to succeed. Others must fail."
Gore Vidal
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Post by Destry on Sept 13, 2020 22:54:37 GMT
I am watching A Good Man on Paramount. A Direct To Video film 'starring' an overweight, out of condition, Steven Seagal; with poorly choregraphed action scenes to compensate for our hero's obvious physical limitations; bad dialogue and gratuitous nudity.
It's dreadful, but I can't stop watching.
4 stars.
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Post by Lurk McLurkface on Sept 14, 2020 4:24:22 GMT
Or Willesden Junction in the 1950s. It still showed extensive damage left by the loving attention of the Luftwaffe. Even back then it was a grim place and it hasn't changed that much. But my brother and I would often escape to play in various bombed out bits. We lived in a downstairs flat of 3 rooms in one of these. And an outside lavatory ... The first school I went to my mum had to pretty much drag me to after I'd met the Headmistress, Mrs Goldsmith, a huge, fat, fugly old cow with makeup so thick it looked as though it had been applied with a trowel. Through the plasterwork poked Mt Wart; the biggest excrescence I'd ever seen in my short 5 years of existence and I'd been playing on bomb sites! This gruesome caricature of a woman literally scared the shit out of me and my mother had to drag me home and wash me, beat my btm, clothe me and drag my tiny quaking self back to school. I'm pretty damn sure it won't be as bad as that, amipal . I know the type! |
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