My Arch-nemesisI lived in fear of a Darth Vader-esque school dinner lady who stood me perpetually at the naughty table for refusing to eat mushy peas. An ordeal made worse after I was caught spooning the accursed veg into her wellies. Who, we ask, has wrecked your life?
Thanks to Philly G for the suggestion
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:01)
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Satellite navigated, GPS enhanced, weapons grade blockingThe bass player in a band I used to be in takes his wife with him everywhere he goes.
Apart from her inane conversation and deadly farts that smell of despair, she had an unerring ability to be in my way. Every week at rehearsal she'd be standing right where I wanted to set my amp up. I'd move her (politely, through gritted teeth) and she'd move to where my pedalboard was going to be. I'd move her again and she'd step to where I needed to stand... At gigs, she'd be directly between me & the stage as I brought my gear in... or if we weren't setting up straight away that would be the night she'd have thought to get out of the way for me... by standing in the alcove next to everyone else's stuff, just where mine was going to go.
She truly was my nemesis; I'm glad I'm not in that band any more!
(, Sat 1 May 2010, 0:42, Reply)
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