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» Tantrums
Mirror
Like most 2 year olds, my daughter was learning the standard tantrum positions quite well. The foot stomp. The exagerated frown. The tears, the hysteria and the snotty nose.
Her best move was lying on her back and kicking both legs up and down. An oldy but a goody. For maximum effect, best done in Mum & Dad's room in front of the mirrored wardrobe doors.
We lost all sympathy when we busted her pausing in mid strop, to check out her own tantrum technique in the reflection.
(Thu 19th Jul 2012, 15:07, More)
Mirror
Like most 2 year olds, my daughter was learning the standard tantrum positions quite well. The foot stomp. The exagerated frown. The tears, the hysteria and the snotty nose.
Her best move was lying on her back and kicking both legs up and down. An oldy but a goody. For maximum effect, best done in Mum & Dad's room in front of the mirrored wardrobe doors.
We lost all sympathy when we busted her pausing in mid strop, to check out her own tantrum technique in the reflection.
(Thu 19th Jul 2012, 15:07, More)
» The Police II
Glastonbury moments
Three stories of Avon and Somerset's finest
… before …
A friend and an acquaintance of mine decide to take the backroads route to the festival, and avoid the M4 traffic. Somewhere on the A303, they hit a tailback. Police are pulling over likely looking cars. Since they have a car full of camping gear, and a festival parking sticker already in the window, the chances of not being searched seem to be nil. This proves correct; they get directed into a lay-by, and a copper walks up to the drivers window. At this point, my friend who was driving starts to get concerned. Not for his own contraband, which is well enough hidden in the car that it would require a pack of sniffer dogs and the facilities of a small garage to locate. No, the acquaintance is a clueless muppet, and true to form has a bag of pills sat right in his jacket pocket.
The policemen starts to speak. "Hello boys. I can see you are off to Glastonbury. As you might be aware, there is a significant problem with drugs at the festival. Now, in order to make the festival a safer place, and to reduce administration time for the force, we are offering an drugs amnesty service before you arrive. If you have anything about your person that you shouldn't, you can just put it in that bin over there, no questions asked, no consequences. However, if we subsequently decide to search you, and find anything, then things may go a lot worse for you". My driving friend has one of those moments where the world just stops. He doesn't even get a chance to glance at the acquaintance to get a reaction, and decide whether to confess to the stash. Before he can speak, the policeman continues "But I can see from your reaction sir, that this doesn't apply to you. Be on your way, have a safe weekend!".
… during …
Geordie Dave is sitting in the Greenfields, contemplating life, and starting work on the umpteenth spliff of the weekend. Suddenly, two boys in blue walk up. "Excuse me sir, what precisely are you doing?"
"Errr .. what it looks like, I suppose. Skinning up. Sorry officers!"
"Well, we will have to ask you to accompany us to the site police station, sir". Dave is somewhat incredulous at this point, and thinks "Surely they aren't going to bust me for one little spliff? At Glasto for fucks sake". But the coppers insist.
"That's an illegal substance. Glastonbury Festival or not, we have to arrest you". Dave stands up, shrugs, and does the "clap the handcuffs on me" motion. "Unless you can help us with something, sir … You have to … tell us a joke!". Dave obliges (the exact gag is lost in the marijuana haze of time); the coppers laugh and walk off.
… after …
After Radiohead's 2003 set had melted my mind somewhat, I was foolish enough (ok, wasted enough) to put my bag down behind me while sitting at the Tiny Tea Tent. This was far too tempting for some reprobate to ignore, and not surprisingly it wasn't there next time I looked. Bugger. Cash, cards, phone, camera all gone. Not so disastrous in the grand scheme of things, but a bit of a downer.
Two weeks later, my dad gets a call from the Glastonbury lost property office. They have my phone and camera, which were found on the floor and handed in. When they turn up in the post, the camera has several pics of the inside of a police van, complete with a bunch of grinning coppers, who seemed to be enjoying their weekend very much indeed.
... length? the collapsible baton extends to about 26 inches ...
(Fri 6th May 2011, 11:31, More)
Glastonbury moments
Three stories of Avon and Somerset's finest
… before …
A friend and an acquaintance of mine decide to take the backroads route to the festival, and avoid the M4 traffic. Somewhere on the A303, they hit a tailback. Police are pulling over likely looking cars. Since they have a car full of camping gear, and a festival parking sticker already in the window, the chances of not being searched seem to be nil. This proves correct; they get directed into a lay-by, and a copper walks up to the drivers window. At this point, my friend who was driving starts to get concerned. Not for his own contraband, which is well enough hidden in the car that it would require a pack of sniffer dogs and the facilities of a small garage to locate. No, the acquaintance is a clueless muppet, and true to form has a bag of pills sat right in his jacket pocket.
The policemen starts to speak. "Hello boys. I can see you are off to Glastonbury. As you might be aware, there is a significant problem with drugs at the festival. Now, in order to make the festival a safer place, and to reduce administration time for the force, we are offering an drugs amnesty service before you arrive. If you have anything about your person that you shouldn't, you can just put it in that bin over there, no questions asked, no consequences. However, if we subsequently decide to search you, and find anything, then things may go a lot worse for you". My driving friend has one of those moments where the world just stops. He doesn't even get a chance to glance at the acquaintance to get a reaction, and decide whether to confess to the stash. Before he can speak, the policeman continues "But I can see from your reaction sir, that this doesn't apply to you. Be on your way, have a safe weekend!".
… during …
Geordie Dave is sitting in the Greenfields, contemplating life, and starting work on the umpteenth spliff of the weekend. Suddenly, two boys in blue walk up. "Excuse me sir, what precisely are you doing?"
"Errr .. what it looks like, I suppose. Skinning up. Sorry officers!"
"Well, we will have to ask you to accompany us to the site police station, sir". Dave is somewhat incredulous at this point, and thinks "Surely they aren't going to bust me for one little spliff? At Glasto for fucks sake". But the coppers insist.
"That's an illegal substance. Glastonbury Festival or not, we have to arrest you". Dave stands up, shrugs, and does the "clap the handcuffs on me" motion. "Unless you can help us with something, sir … You have to … tell us a joke!". Dave obliges (the exact gag is lost in the marijuana haze of time); the coppers laugh and walk off.
… after …
After Radiohead's 2003 set had melted my mind somewhat, I was foolish enough (ok, wasted enough) to put my bag down behind me while sitting at the Tiny Tea Tent. This was far too tempting for some reprobate to ignore, and not surprisingly it wasn't there next time I looked. Bugger. Cash, cards, phone, camera all gone. Not so disastrous in the grand scheme of things, but a bit of a downer.
Two weeks later, my dad gets a call from the Glastonbury lost property office. They have my phone and camera, which were found on the floor and handed in. When they turn up in the post, the camera has several pics of the inside of a police van, complete with a bunch of grinning coppers, who seemed to be enjoying their weekend very much indeed.
... length? the collapsible baton extends to about 26 inches ...
(Fri 6th May 2011, 11:31, More)
» Shops and Supermarkets
All night garage, Gloucester Road, Bristol, c.1993
In response to every order shouted through the plexiglass, the friendly sales assistant would always reply "DO YOU WANT RIZLAS WITH THAT?". Pretty much everyone did.
(Wed 16th May 2012, 12:20, More)
All night garage, Gloucester Road, Bristol, c.1993
In response to every order shouted through the plexiglass, the friendly sales assistant would always reply "DO YOU WANT RIZLAS WITH THAT?". Pretty much everyone did.
(Wed 16th May 2012, 12:20, More)
» Bizarre habits
shopping
My better half intensely dislikes selecting the front most item from shelves in supermarkets. Maybe she thinks that other shoppers have touched and tainted it in some way.
Little does she know, that before calling her attention to a potential purchase, I routinely swap the front product with the one behind it. Muhahahahah!
(Thu 1st Jul 2010, 13:40, More)
shopping
My better half intensely dislikes selecting the front most item from shelves in supermarkets. Maybe she thinks that other shoppers have touched and tainted it in some way.
Little does she know, that before calling her attention to a potential purchase, I routinely swap the front product with the one behind it. Muhahahahah!
(Thu 1st Jul 2010, 13:40, More)
» Annoying words and phrases
lifestyle
Round the corner from us is a grandly titled "Lifestyle Furnishing Emporium".
i.e. a rug shop.
(Sun 11th Apr 2010, 0:21, More)
lifestyle
Round the corner from us is a grandly titled "Lifestyle Furnishing Emporium".
i.e. a rug shop.
(Sun 11th Apr 2010, 0:21, More)