The Ultimate Critic
Walking back to halls after lectures (well, sitting about doodling and trying to think of ingenious new ways I could get into Karen Smith's knickers), I found myself fumbling for my keys at the main entrance to the halls.

Suddenly, there's a fucking HUGE CRASH just over to my left like a terrible thunderbolt. I felt a rush of wind slap my cheek, it was that fucking close. Shocked, I look over and recognize the remains of a TV. My TV. The one I'd put in the communal kitchen for the good of one and all. I look up, see the net curtain to my kitchen flapping like a flag poking out the kitchen window way up on the fourth floor.

Too many fucking stairs later I'm stood in the kitchen and Lee, the engineering student from Kettering is smoking a roll up, looking utterly pissed off. He's still holding the TV remote control in one hand. The breeze is blowing through the wide open window and hammering round the kitchen, throwing shit in the air and off work surfaces like a fucking poltergeist.

I look at Lee as if to say: what the fuck just happened?

And he says in his thick Glaswegian accent (people from Kettering speak that way): "Aae didnae like the endin of Home and Away," he took a drag on his roll up. "Made me fuckin angrae as fuck!"
( SpankyHanky, Mon 2 Mar 2009, 14:08, 3 replies)

He does have a point
But I think the best bit of Home and away is the end. Unlike the begining and the awful crap in the middle.
(Pill Popper Thank you Sasha Shulgin, Mon 2 Mar 2009, 14:44, closed)

Strangely true
about the Glaswegian accent in Kettering, and just up the road in Corby. Something to do with loads of steel workers that moved there from Scotland a few years ago apparently.
(Rsoles, Mon 2 Mar 2009, 17:29, closed)

That's exactly the reason
I clicked just cos it had Kettering in it :p
(Petite chien is going to do science to it, Mon 2 Mar 2009, 22:13, closed)