I used to go out with a girl at uni and she said that when she reached her first birthday, her dad very kindly bought her a Scalextric set... sadly, by the time she was old enough to understand what it was, or make any attempt to play with it herself, her father had played it so much it was completely ruined.6 wheeled Tyrrell wants turns, not one big oval/circle
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(adults who collect Scalextric have a word with yourselves)
I used to go out with a girl at uni and she said that when she reached her first birthday, her dad very kindly bought her a Scalextric set... sadly, by the time she was old enough to understand what it was, or make any attempt to play with it herself, her father had played it so much it was completely ruined.
Gotta say that egg pelting is one of those really subjective ones - someone else getting covered in revolting rotten slime from a potentially painful capsule and I can see that there is no small amount of humour inherent in the situation.Fired for chucking an egg at someone at 35mph? Health and safety gone mad.
This is the sort of thing I imagine every parent jokes about, maybe even secretly wants to do, at every one of their child's birthdays. But to actually plunge right in and do it seems a bit... but then I've never had children so perhaps I should withhold judgment.My dad did that with me - bought "me" an airfix kit of the moon module thing, but somehow I never got to touch it
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This is the sort of thing I imagine every parent jokes about, maybe even secretly wants to do, at every one of their child's birthdays. But to actually plunge right in and do it seems a bit... but then I've never had children so perhaps I should withhold judgment.
I've just realised that earlier I addressed Leo by the affectionate name of our pet cat. Not totally stupid in that the cat is also called Leo, but, er, sorry about that, no disrespect intended of course.Edit: that was a reply to Leopoldik of course
Well revenge is a dish best eaten cold and all that... but this type of cold-blooded, dogged grudge bearing which you describe here does appear to have gone a little beyond the norm. I think I will do my best not to incur the wrath of the Kentinator.oh, I got my revenge years later by buying him an LP for his birthday that immediately ended up in my collection.. not that I was bitter or anything..I'm not the sort to hold a grudge for years and years..
Cos he thought it was due to her weight right?Car anecdote
17 years old and a mate rip inherited an 18th-hand Ford Escort Mk2, post-test. Complete shed in bronzey gold. The gear stick would come away in his hand while driving, repetitive stereo tape chewer, dead on its erse. It got the Hacienda and back so that was enough
He started seeing a lass and invited her out in the car to show off on a notorious humpback bridge. We met him there sharing fags, he pulled away to do his run up tires squealing as the car starts to roar and shake up to 50mph, lifted off the bridge with take-off except landing the entire engine block collapsed below onto the road skewering the rest of the car into a near dead stop spin/grind
Dumped immediately
I was born in 1972. In Swindon.1972 apparently.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magic_Roundabout_(Swindon)
I did my driving lessons in Swindon so I did practise it but most wouldn't cos there are only about five in the country.
Gotta say that egg pelting is one of those really subjective ones - someone else getting covered in revolting rotten slime from a potentially painful capsule and I can see that there is no small amount of humour inherent in the situation.
If however it were me being egged by some malicious little fuck then I'm fairly sure I would be able to take a much more sensible and adult view of the situation and quickly grasp that there is absolutely nothing funny about the childish and potentially dangerous act of throwing such projectiles at innocent strangers. As a result I would therefore be happy to bring any and all resources to bear on finding the perpetrators and ensuring the swiftest and most brutal punishment possible. Their being fired lying far towards the milder end of he things in my mind.
Of course, most things are like this to some extent... but an egging seems to be one that demonstrates this switch rather perfectly.Oh yeah, goes without saying: if someone drive-by eggs ME, they should be air-dropped into Afghanistan, with a micro-bomb implanted in their neck, on a suicide mission to rescue the service dogs. Or be publicly flogged, Singapore-style.
Yes!Princess Margaret Hospital? Now defunct, guess they had to remove the evidence of our birthplace like in The Omen.