» Worst Nicknames Ever

Mmm Throaty
A-Level Biology with Mr. Powell: Unfortunately the man had a rather prominent adam's apple and a nervous disposition which i guess made it bob about somewhat. Resulted in the 'hilarious' nicknames of 'Throaty Powell' and [more amusingly] 'Whooped up a bollock' as it appeared that somehow he'd had a large coughing fit and just hacked one of the fellows up there...still there to this day I hear. Also said please and thankyou after most sentences 'can you open your books please thankyou' etc which on top of the fact that we didn't respect him at all meant that every lesson was a joyous occasion spent counting how many times he said please and how many times the bollock appeared to be making a break for it out of his mouth. It's suprising how I managed to actually get a C out of it to be honest.

And he was a shit teacher. Yeah...
(Sun 21st May 2006, 22:52, More)

» Guilty Pleasures

looking at old people on the bus
...and trying to figure out what they looked like before senescence occurred and withered their looks! try it one day. its great fun!

*ahem*
(Wed 13th Apr 2005, 20:51, More)

» The Soundtrack of your Life

Dave Angel Eco Warrior
Mike Oldfield's Moonlight Shadows was the song that was playing when my husband and I picked up our marriage license in New Zealand. This amuses me as now when I hear that song I think of having a lovely wedding, but I also think of The Fast Show and Dave Angel chewing a toffee as he walks down that dusty road.
(Wed 3rd Feb 2010, 19:44, More)

» Professions I Hate

Not strictly a profession, a 'professional' institution!
The entire (okay, the majority of) staff at Manchester Metropolitan University, administrative and scholarly persons included. Could not tell their collective arses from their elbows. I've never before had the pleasure of spending a year dealing with such a bunch of disorganised and peevish people.

P.s Observations are from personal experience only; I am full of annoyance.
P.p.s That'll teach me to go to a former Polytechnic.
(Thu 27th May 2010, 15:21, More)

» When animals attack...

pesky mice!
Whilst saving it from the cat's jaws of death the small mouse in question thought it would be a great idea to run right up my trouser leg. For fear of my ladybits/legs recieving a nasty nip I hastily abandoned said trousers and proceeded to leap/dance/spaz out around the back patio much to my mum and sister's delight.

Now I know it didn't technically attack me, but it could have turned nasty! The bastard thing probably got eaten by the cat later on anyway...
(Fri 3rd Jun 2005, 19:08, More)