My Arch-nemesisI lived in fear of a Darth Vader-esque school dinner lady who stood me perpetually at the naughty table for refusing to eat mushy peas. An ordeal made worse after I was caught spooning the accursed veg into her wellies. Who, we ask, has wrecked your life?
Thanks to Philly G for the suggestion
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:01)
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PlayschoolThere was a girl at playschool called Sarah who used to sing the Andy Pandy song at me relentlessly.
Highly imaginative seeing as my name is Andrew but that's not the main reason for her elevation to nemesis status.
We used to have to play games (usually involving rings manufactured from roses or dusty bluebell navigation) where we would have (ewww) hold hands. When ever I was forced to hold Sarah's hand it hurt, like a pin sticking in my palm. There was nothing there, nothing sharp, no hand squeezing, just pain.
I've since put it down to the fact all girls are evil and this was just the world's way of letting me know.
(, Fri 30 Apr 2010, 11:55, 2 replies)
"At our house we sing "Master Andrew Pandrew is coming to play", because we're not common."That woulda shown 'er, shown 'er good 'n' proper.
(, Fri 30 Apr 2010, 12:38, closed)
Cheers Duck!I'll remember that one if I see Sarah again.
That'll show her (I'm pushing 40 BTW)
(, Fri 30 Apr 2010, 17:12, closed)
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