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Later he was to reflect
on a strange presence compelling him to win...
(Tue 2nd Dec 2003, 0:27, More)
on a strange presence compelling him to win...
(Tue 2nd Dec 2003, 0:27, More)
Best answers to questions:
» Best Comebacks
Retort to any 'your mum' efforts...
aye, and your mum gave aids to the monkeys.
(Thu 29th Apr 2004, 14:51, More)
Retort to any 'your mum' efforts...
aye, and your mum gave aids to the monkeys.
(Thu 29th Apr 2004, 14:51, More)
» Have you ever started a fire?
The Jolly Rogers Cookbook...
has a lot to answer for. One disaster occurred after gently heating sodium nitrate and sugar in a pan until it melted together to make smokebombs. I ended-up with a hockeypuck sized 'bomb' in a pan and a spoon used as the stirrer coated in residue. After retiring upstairs to my bedroom I sat the pan on the bed and could only resist the temptation to do something completely spastic for so long.
So I decided to burn the residue off the spoon and marvel at it crackling and spitting in an enthralling fashion. Until it spat a spark straight onto the hockeypuck and ignited the fucker.
Cue 4 foot white and purple flame rapidly filling by room with smoke. Cue lumps of incandescent material spitting onto bedsheets. Cue me lifting scorching hot pan to place on non-flammable surface. It took 4 hours to clear my room, all the while praying my old man wouldn't come upstairs. Or go outside and look up at the strangely opaque windows with smoke billowing out. My hands after carrying the pan were covered in enormous blisters for a week and a half as well that could squirt pus up to 6 feet away.
*BELM*
(Wed 3rd Mar 2004, 1:09, More)
The Jolly Rogers Cookbook...
has a lot to answer for. One disaster occurred after gently heating sodium nitrate and sugar in a pan until it melted together to make smokebombs. I ended-up with a hockeypuck sized 'bomb' in a pan and a spoon used as the stirrer coated in residue. After retiring upstairs to my bedroom I sat the pan on the bed and could only resist the temptation to do something completely spastic for so long.
So I decided to burn the residue off the spoon and marvel at it crackling and spitting in an enthralling fashion. Until it spat a spark straight onto the hockeypuck and ignited the fucker.
Cue 4 foot white and purple flame rapidly filling by room with smoke. Cue lumps of incandescent material spitting onto bedsheets. Cue me lifting scorching hot pan to place on non-flammable surface. It took 4 hours to clear my room, all the while praying my old man wouldn't come upstairs. Or go outside and look up at the strangely opaque windows with smoke billowing out. My hands after carrying the pan were covered in enormous blisters for a week and a half as well that could squirt pus up to 6 feet away.
*BELM*
(Wed 3rd Mar 2004, 1:09, More)
» Tactless
Showing up the parents
But for one generation I could have entered this in last weeks QOTW...
So my parents were in the forces and living in Germany at the time. I was getting piano lessons from a lovely woman who's husband was a Major in the army when we were facing being posted back to the UK (I think I was about 7 at this point in time). The options we were faced with were 1) London and 2) Benbecula in the Outer Hebrides - two places further removed in the UK you couldn't imagine (maybe).
This caused much consternation, my parents were concerned with possibly having to move to London and see their child grow-up int the big, bad city where, in the schools, my father casually assured me I'd be playing 'spot the whitey' (he was a lance-corporal at this point in time for reference).
Cut to my last ever lesson where, it had been decided, we were going to move to the arse-end of nowhere - much to my childish dismay. My mum came to pick me up and as we stood there saying our goodbyes my lovely teacher wished us the best of luck in Scotland's Western Isles. Being only an innocent child I piped-up at this point to say 'Yeah, if we'd went to London my dad says I'd have been playing spot the whitey!'.
All conversation grinds to a halt and my piano teacher, and Major's wife, and my mother slowly become silent and inanimate. Gradually I see my mother turn to look at the picture on the wall of a well decorated Major and husband of aforementioned teacher on the wall. Who happens to be black. My mum later said she wished the ground would've swallowed her up but she could have avoided it by not condoning casual racism in the first place so ner!
(Fri 4th Nov 2011, 22:47, More)
Showing up the parents
But for one generation I could have entered this in last weeks QOTW...
So my parents were in the forces and living in Germany at the time. I was getting piano lessons from a lovely woman who's husband was a Major in the army when we were facing being posted back to the UK (I think I was about 7 at this point in time). The options we were faced with were 1) London and 2) Benbecula in the Outer Hebrides - two places further removed in the UK you couldn't imagine (maybe).
This caused much consternation, my parents were concerned with possibly having to move to London and see their child grow-up int the big, bad city where, in the schools, my father casually assured me I'd be playing 'spot the whitey' (he was a lance-corporal at this point in time for reference).
Cut to my last ever lesson where, it had been decided, we were going to move to the arse-end of nowhere - much to my childish dismay. My mum came to pick me up and as we stood there saying our goodbyes my lovely teacher wished us the best of luck in Scotland's Western Isles. Being only an innocent child I piped-up at this point to say 'Yeah, if we'd went to London my dad says I'd have been playing spot the whitey!'.
All conversation grinds to a halt and my piano teacher, and Major's wife, and my mother slowly become silent and inanimate. Gradually I see my mother turn to look at the picture on the wall of a well decorated Major and husband of aforementioned teacher on the wall. Who happens to be black. My mum later said she wished the ground would've swallowed her up but she could have avoided it by not condoning casual racism in the first place so ner!
(Fri 4th Nov 2011, 22:47, More)
» Stupid Colleagues
Can you make the inserts 9cm exactly please?
New start in events team asked me to re-size these ID pass inserts as they were too big when I supplied them as pdfs. I asked if she'd printed them out and measured them (maybe they were scaled up/down in her default printing prefs). No, she'd taken a ruler to her screen.
(Wed 9th Mar 2011, 18:30, More)
Can you make the inserts 9cm exactly please?
New start in events team asked me to re-size these ID pass inserts as they were too big when I supplied them as pdfs. I asked if she'd printed them out and measured them (maybe they were scaled up/down in her default printing prefs). No, she'd taken a ruler to her screen.
(Wed 9th Mar 2011, 18:30, More)