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» Your Weirdest Teacher
Father Brian Bason
As if the name wasn't enough to keep us uccupied he was a full blown communist( school trips to Poland ) and was a commited shirt lifter as well as a catholic priest. Was actually pretty cool tho
(Wed 9th Nov 2005, 16:12, More)
Father Brian Bason
As if the name wasn't enough to keep us uccupied he was a full blown communist( school trips to Poland ) and was a commited shirt lifter as well as a catholic priest. Was actually pretty cool tho
(Wed 9th Nov 2005, 16:12, More)
» Festivals
Pied Piper (Or how we got the green fields trollied)
Glastonbury 2000, in the days when you could still find a gap in the fence guarded by a dodgy scouser in a tracksuit (stereotypes aside the guy did have a tash as well)
Me and a few mates turned up with cases and cases of gutrot vodka, the 15 quid a case sketchy import kind, a bunch of cordial and plastic cups intending to fund our way through the weekend by selling double shots with a dash of Kia Ora for a quid.
Much fun was had with entertaining barter and as the sun set we wound our way up to the greenfields. Being as the only alternative was warm lager for a fiver a can our cunning plan was a great success. The highlight was turning against the wind to light a cheeba and seeing a queue of a few hundred people following us round the field to get the moonshine goodness.
Happy days :-)
(Wed 10th Jun 2009, 4:58, More)
Pied Piper (Or how we got the green fields trollied)
Glastonbury 2000, in the days when you could still find a gap in the fence guarded by a dodgy scouser in a tracksuit (stereotypes aside the guy did have a tash as well)
Me and a few mates turned up with cases and cases of gutrot vodka, the 15 quid a case sketchy import kind, a bunch of cordial and plastic cups intending to fund our way through the weekend by selling double shots with a dash of Kia Ora for a quid.
Much fun was had with entertaining barter and as the sun set we wound our way up to the greenfields. Being as the only alternative was warm lager for a fiver a can our cunning plan was a great success. The highlight was turning against the wind to light a cheeba and seeing a queue of a few hundred people following us round the field to get the moonshine goodness.
Happy days :-)
(Wed 10th Jun 2009, 4:58, More)
» Useless advice
Don't
try and get first if you type slowly like a muppet
(Thu 19th Oct 2006, 11:02, More)
Don't
try and get first if you type slowly like a muppet
(Thu 19th Oct 2006, 11:02, More)
» Teenage Parties
Yay, First One
And that was just the time we had a party at best mates place, things all going well. Everyone had been kicked out in time, furniture put back and cat stroked till it was no longer traumatised by teenagers throwing beer cans at it. Thought we'd got away with it when his folks came home when Greg ( For that was his name ) suddenly went green and upchucked in the lounge. The delicate smell of cidery vomit drifted into my nostrils and that was that. Vomfest while his parents looked on in growing horror as their lounge was desecrated by puke. Bastards phoned my mum to tell her what happened and I got grounded for weeks for that one. Bugger!
Edit : That'll teach me to write long rambling posts
(Thu 13th Apr 2006, 10:29, More)
Yay, First One
And that was just the time we had a party at best mates place, things all going well. Everyone had been kicked out in time, furniture put back and cat stroked till it was no longer traumatised by teenagers throwing beer cans at it. Thought we'd got away with it when his folks came home when Greg ( For that was his name ) suddenly went green and upchucked in the lounge. The delicate smell of cidery vomit drifted into my nostrils and that was that. Vomfest while his parents looked on in growing horror as their lounge was desecrated by puke. Bastards phoned my mum to tell her what happened and I got grounded for weeks for that one. Bugger!
Edit : That'll teach me to write long rambling posts
(Thu 13th Apr 2006, 10:29, More)