Posts by Aidan
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Instant Coffee!?
F**k that wank!
Mine's a Bells tea bag, milk two sugars .. leave the bag in, there's a luv .. ta.
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This would be totally acceptable as long as a decent amount of pig was presented to you. Yum.
My thoughts exactly ... I think they took it to their church for a slap-up feed. We didn't even get to nibble a trotter .... *sniff*
A mate of mind lived in a squat in London for a few months. One of his fellow squatters was quite literally mad, fried his brain with drugs. My mate was woken up one night by the most god-awful banging and crashing, went downstairs to find the mad bloke panting and sweating in the kitchen, having just completely demolished the toaster with a 2x4. The toaster was possessed by the devil apparently .. and had been looking at him in a strange way. I don't think my mate stayed there much longer.
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the short chap with the collection of Boer war rifles in the garage who had the place in front of us in Ashhurst
Ashurst! My my ... small world. I'm a Palmy boy but had friends and family in Ashurst.
Bad neighbour ... my (then) girlfriend (now wife) had nice neighbours, who unfortunately forgot to turn off their alarm clock before going on holiday ... for two weeks. There was a shared (locked) door between the two places, so the noise was unbearable, day and night, BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEEP, drove her friggin' batty. I thought to turn off the electricity to their place, which gave us temporary respite, but the alarm came right back on again as soon as we flicked the switch. We didn't think it was kosher to leave it off, nasty for fridges/freezers etc.
In the end I did what chivalry demanded, I broke into their place and turned it off.
They moved out a while later and a nice Tongan couple moved in. Not long after we were woken at 5am by the sound of metal rods being hammered into the back lawn and were sporadically disturbed for the next 3 hours by the noises made when spit-roasting a pig (mostly conversation about how the cooking was going).
We had some interesting neighbours at our current place (now moved on thank god). A couple with two kids. She was the laziest piece of work I have ever seen, never stopped yelling at the kids but wouldn't get up to help the little buggers. It was like she thought they were voice-controlled toys. The classic was when she yelled "Jaaaydin .... JAAY-DIN ... STOP STANDING STILL!".
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So, to summarise your suggestions: no matter what men wear, women find muscly bad boys attractive
Well....not exclusively.
My one stint of jury duty involved a drugs case, the defendant pretty much matching the "muscly bad boy" description to a tee. He was pretty thick and up himself as well.
Anyhoo, the defence lawyer (always a striped shirt and bow tie) deliberately loaded the jury with females (all ages) and younger males.
I thought he'd stuffed up. Surely these smart women of all ages and backgrounds wouldn't be sympathetic to this gorilla?
100% wrong. To a tee they all thought him "cheeky" and not-so-secretly quite liked him.
This weirded me out.
Yes we sent him down.
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Careful what you wish for .. I had the long scarf and got it caught in the front wheel of my tredlie (sp?). A-over-t, nasty graze on the noggin (shoulda been wearing a helmet .. yes yes .. I do now) and badly bent front forks.
Baker was awesome, but I think Pertwee was my first. Glowing killer maggots! WOO HOO!
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I don't think Kim and Charles could get any further apart on that stage.
I am just bitter, but it maybe lacked a little energy donchyathink?
How much were the (legit) tickets?
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Brilliant piece. I'm in Aus. Our 8 year old has been given homework since he was 5! There is (was!) no testing pressure around here. They have something called NAPLAN, but until recently the results were not publicised.
We also questioned the value of the homework. He didn't want to do it and we didn't think he should have to. When we told the teachers we were given the eye-roll and told the Principal insists on homework. We said "this is dumb, it just teaches him it is ok not to do the work he is set", as we rarely made him complete it.
*sigh*
We sort of negotiated that he could do the science experiments he was always doing off his own bat, and document them. Sort of worked, kept him happy and the teacher off the hook. She still kept sending the worksheets home though.
How dumb are those worksheets! They do them in class as well. One day my son came home from school quite distressed because one of the worksheets had the question "How many hours are there in a day?". His response "Do they mean day, as in when it is light, or the day plus the night?". I told him I didn't know and that I thought it was a poorly worded question.
Our main criteria for a primary school was that it was local, and walkable. The kids really seem to appreciate that they know their local space and how the school is connected to their home. Plus their school friends and families are local too, which means they will be able to play and explore their limits without needing a parent to drive them to play-dates.
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Well according to Damon himself, he is 5'10". Francois Pienaar is 6'3".
Did they scale all the players down to match the diminutive Damon?
From the shorts I have seen the impacts on the rugby field don't look hard enough.
And what is with Morgan's teeth!?
I was bummed enough the first time, not keen to have that repeated.
Bad news about Reuben Kruger. His try shouldn't have been denied, but then that was never a forward pass to Lomu ....
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I feel the need to preface this with something like ... BEST DRUM SOLO EVAH .. just to annoy the proprietor
Effin' brilliant drummer that Victor DeLorenzo.
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If we're Billy Bragging then surely it's
freedom's just another word for nothing left to sell
Thanks for the reminder, I'd neglected to listen to William Bragg for some time. Genius lyrics from that man
I hate this flat land, there's no cover
for sons and fathers and brothers and lovers
I can take the killing, I can take the slaughter
But I don't talk to Sun reporters
I never thought that I would be
Fighting fascists in the Southern Sea
I saw one today and in his hand
Was a weapon that was made in BirminghamAnd when you found out what happened yesterday
While you were away in this land of Cain
We were upstairs in the bedroom
Dancing disgusting
And flushing our babies down the drain
And the apple that don't want to get eaten
Will still fall off the tree