PinkyB

Who is Dulwich Mum and why should I care what she thinks?

What is it about the three words "Hale" "And" "Pace" that make you laugh out loud? Did they give you a hard stare, or did they rise above it?

What is it about the three words "Hale" "And" "Pace" that make you laugh out loud? Did they give you a hard stare, or did they rise above it?

Posting about getting thrown out of a political meeting in the Tiny Little Things thread has just reminded me that I once threw a buttered scone at the mayor's car. It bounced off the bonnet leaving a highly satisfactory butter smear all across the front, after which I scarpered, promptly. Any advances on scone-based insurrection?

Posting about getting thrown out of a political meeting in the Tiny Little Things thread has just reminded me that I once threw a buttered scone at the mayor's car. It bounced off the bonnet leaving a highly satisfactory butter smear all across the front, after which I scarpered, promptly. Any advances on scone-based insurrection?

Thank you Sue and Brum, what sweethearts you are! Funnily enough, I get crippling stage fright if I have to do anything as mundane as stand up and give a presentation in a meeting. I can do it spontaneously, but if I have time to think about it, I'm terrified. So much so that on occasion I have phoned in sick or run away rather than face the horror or all eyes being on me. My "stage" appearances so far have consist of: - Playing the innkeeper's wife in school nativity play aged 8. Non-speaking part, so not too terrifying, plus I was in costume with a tea towel on my head, so pretty much unidentifiable. - Dressed as a teddy boy for church youth club "Fashion Through The Ages" catwalk show aged 12. (I know, rock 'n' roll, huh?) The vicar was one of those modern trendy types, as you can probably guess. To give you an idea of just how trendy, he and his wife came dressed as Sid Vicious and Nancy Spungen. - Getting thrown out of rally for local Conservative MP at Hove Town Hall shortly before the 1992 election. I had stood up (spontaneity, you see) and shouted some statistics about unemployment, was roundly booed and jeered by the crowd of reactionary right-wing types, and then manhandled from the room by two burly security guards, still shouting. (wipes away a tear) My finest hour. Since then, sadly, I have retreated to the sidelines in order to comment waspishly on goings-on without actually taking part. Critics, eh? Losers! . . . edited for typos

Thank you Sue and Brum, what sweethearts you are! Funnily enough, I get crippling stage fright if I have to do anything as mundane as stand up and give a presentation in a meeting. I can do it spontaneously, but if I have time to think about it, I'm terrified. So much so that on occasion I have phoned in sick or run away rather than face the horror or all eyes being on me. My "stage" appearances so far have consist of: - Playing the innkeeper's wife in school nativity play aged 8. Non-speaking part, so not too terrifying, plus I was in costume with a tea towel on my head, so pretty much unidentifiable. - Dressed as a teddy boy for church youth club "Fashion Through The Ages" catwalk show aged 12. (I know, rock 'n' roll, huh?) The vicar was one of those modern trendy types, as you can probably guess. To give you an idea of just how trendy, he and his wife came dressed as Sid Vicious and Nancy Spungen. - Getting thrown out of rally for local Conservative MP at Hove Town Hall shortly before the 1992 election. I had stood up (spontaneity, you see) and shouted some statistics about unemployment, was roundly booed and jeered by the crowd of reactionary right-wing types, and then manhandled from the room by two burly security guards, still shouting. (wipes away a tear) My finest hour. Since then, sadly, I have retreated to the sidelines in order to comment waspishly on goings-on without actually taking part. Critics, eh? Losers! . . . edited for typos

Au contraire, I spit out all my frustration on this thread and subsequently am the most zen person you will ever meet. Grr!

And my incredible ability to procrastinate by posting inanities on internet forums when I promised myself that tonight I would finally do all those things I've been putting off for about a fortnight. Sigh.

When small insects fall into my drink. Which sounds like the title of a new shock doc series on Five.

Buffering... Buffering... Buffering... Buffering... Buffering... I love Youtube. Not.

I was sort of hoping there'd be three identical posts in a row then. Obviously not everyone is as quick to make a shit joke as I am!

(sound of people scrabbling to make "No thanks I've never liked The Police" joke)

Just this morning: Never ever ever being able to get a seat on the morning train. Remembering that you made some sandwiches last night to save money and then left them at home. Trying to work out where to stand to get on the bendy bus at the back door for maximum chance of a seat and then the mad jostling to get in. The ludicrous price of coffee chain coffee. Inability of local cafe to make something as basic as toast successfully. Inability of said cafe to make drinkable coffee, thus forcing me to purchase ludicrously priced coffee chain coffee instead. Receptionist putting phone calls through to me before I have technically started work and when I am still faffing around doing "me time" things like looking at chests of drawers on ebay. It still not being Friday yet. Why, God, why?

Sheer laziness. Quicker than toast. Either that, or it's the last day before the milk goes off and you don't want to risk leaving it for the morning and spoling your tea.

(shakes head) You can just can't trust anyone except yourself to make a proper breakfast. The eggs will be too runny or too dry, the toast will be too cold, too burnt or too underdone, the bacon will be fatty, too pink, or too crispy, and your whole weekend will be ruined by a vague sense of unease that things are not quite right with the world.

Bastards!

That effing Sky have bought the fifth series of "House" so I can't watch it any more on normal telly, and will have to wait for the DVD box set to come out and purchase it at exorbitant cost. They "stole" Lost from BBC2 after two series as well, that was another programme where thanks to them I never found out what happened at the end. Sky are the TV equivalent of those mentalists who go into libraries and tear the last page out of crime novels. Taking my wisecracking grumpy doctor fix away from me, how could they?

Good story Anna. I too have been sick into a pint glass in Leicester, although it was in the middle of the dance floor at the student union, and I'm afraid I left it there to no doubt get kicked over and cause maximum carnage. Have to say though, what kind of freak turns on an alarm inside their own house? Was it some extreme form of toilet training? Get up to go to the loo, set off alarm that alerts the entire neighbourhood to your weak bladder.

Love Will Keep Us Together - Captain And Tennille ( do love a bit of cheese!)

Where Is My Mind - Pixies

When I Need You by Leo Sayer That's how it works, right?

Perhaps I should have written, "people who THINK they are mavericks" are all tossers. I don't think anyone could argue with that one. Anyone who thinks they are dangerous/ original/ cool/ quirky/ maverick is almost 99% guaranteed not to be. I once actually met someone whose first name was Maverick. I don't know what his parents were thinking, it's like calling a girl Pretty and then she turns out not to be and suffers for the rest of her life as a result. The worst thing was I was introduced to him as a potential love interest with the words "I think you'll really like him", leading me to seriously question my entire sense of being when he (inevitably) turned out to be a massive twit. Within about 20 seconds of meeting him he started pontificating loudly about the movie script he'd written about a heist that goes wrong and seemed oddly offended when I said, "Oh, you mean, exactly like Reservoir Dogs?" (This was about 6 months after the film had come out) He could not have been less of a maverick if he tried, and I hated him instantly.

As someone who's never been to one of these things before, how do you all know who the other people are? Do you wear badges with your usernames on? Or do you just go up to random strangers in the pub and announce, "I'm PinkyB, who are you?" I can imagine if you picked the wrong person that might not go down too well. Oh, and I really wish it wasn't the Herne Tavern. Most expensive pub food in the world and no cider on tap, so a hugely expensive evening out for me. ?4.50 for one of those stupid massive bottles of organic cider, which is my only option apart from soft drinks as a non- beer drinker. ?4.50! They're having a laugh, aren't they?

Oh, God, the Orange Livebox is SO crappy, isn't it? Ours cuts the connection every time the phone rings and randomly about two or three times every evening. Last night, about ten-fifteen times. The signal's also never higher than two bands out of five. Really poor, but it's not my house, so I can't do anything about it. I'm moving soon, thank god, so I don't have to use Orange anymore. This thread has come at a very good time, in fact. I'm thinking of going with Virgin Media, just so I can get the phone/ TV/ broadband in one and don't have to deal with the horror show that is BT. Does Richard Branson still own this arm of Virgin, does anyone know? I really, really hate giving that self-promoting tosspot my cash.