Shit Claims to Fame II
My car was in the Specsavers advert with the old lady and the loud stereo. Not me. My stupid blue Nissan Micra. Tell us about your brushes with fame.
Suggested by Amorous Badger
( , Thu 20 Sep 2012, 15:49)
My car was in the Specsavers advert with the old lady and the loud stereo. Not me. My stupid blue Nissan Micra. Tell us about your brushes with fame.
Suggested by Amorous Badger
( , Thu 20 Sep 2012, 15:49)
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Patrick Moore!
EDIT: Not shit, but still pretty awesome!
After going on a trip to Chichester Planetarium due to G&T project in my county, I wwas invited on a trip to Patrick Moore's house with 7 other people. We used his telescopes, ate nibbles, and listened to his genuinely funny stories.
Turns out, because he's now too old and frail , he's not accepting school visits anymore.
As I was last out his lovely 16th century house (I remember having to close his door on his cat airlock as he didn't want his cats escaping) , I was the last child to ever visit his house on an educational course.
I also used his toilet.
( , Sat 22 Sep 2012, 20:05, 5 replies)
EDIT: Not shit, but still pretty awesome!
After going on a trip to Chichester Planetarium due to G&T project in my county, I wwas invited on a trip to Patrick Moore's house with 7 other people. We used his telescopes, ate nibbles, and listened to his genuinely funny stories.
Turns out, because he's now too old and frail , he's not accepting school visits anymore.
As I was last out his lovely 16th century house (I remember having to close his door on his cat airlock as he didn't want his cats escaping) , I was the last child to ever visit his house on an educational course.
I also used his toilet.
( , Sat 22 Sep 2012, 20:05, 5 replies)
I must agree that this is not at all shit.
My English teacher was friends with the moon-gazing duffer and gave me his address so that I could write to him.
My precocious questions ("Patrick, I must know the constituent gases of the Horsehead Nebula..") were always replied to. Even when his Mum passed away and it took him 6 months to clear his backlog.
A true gent...you are lucky to have met him.
( , Sat 22 Sep 2012, 21:24, closed)
My English teacher was friends with the moon-gazing duffer and gave me his address so that I could write to him.
My precocious questions ("Patrick, I must know the constituent gases of the Horsehead Nebula..") were always replied to. Even when his Mum passed away and it took him 6 months to clear his backlog.
A true gent...you are lucky to have met him.
( , Sat 22 Sep 2012, 21:24, closed)
Fine
I'll also add the fact that i used his toilet to make it shit. Happy now?
( , Sun 23 Sep 2012, 17:51, closed)
I'll also add the fact that i used his toilet to make it shit. Happy now?
( , Sun 23 Sep 2012, 17:51, closed)
He gave out the prizes at our school speech day (before both he and I got too old for such pastimes). He was a hoot.
I got all the books he'd written out of the school library and got him to sign them -- what a little git I was.
( , Sun 23 Sep 2012, 1:23, closed)
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