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Just curious Drew and Conboy, at what age do people become whinging gits and old fuckers, who are coffin dodgers in your minds?
I took the train from Brighton to Lewes yesterday to get into work.
From the reaction of some people today, you'd think I had just cured cancer.
Sake, I walked to the station and waited for a train. How f***ing hard is that?
My Hero. How do YOU do it?
Simple, I walked to the station and waited for a train. How f***ing hard is that?
I took the train from Brighton to Lewes yesterday to get into work.
From the reaction of some people today, you'd think I had just cured cancer.
Sake, I walked to the station and waited for a train. How f***ing hard is that?
In my 13 year school life, I never got ONE day off, then the year after I leave it all, there's 2. It's not my day.
Give it a tossing well rest you senile, grave dodging gits. Let us have some fun, eh?
You can bet your bottom dollar that if the schools were opened and one of their darling kids happened to slip on a patch of ice, or get hit by a slightly hard snowball (assuming snowball fights hadn't been banned), those saddos whinging about schools being closed would be right on the phone to complain that the school had put their kids at risk.
I can't remember a single occasion when the school I went to closed because of snow. But I do remember some amazingly heavy snowfalls - far more than we had yesterday.
Kids walked to school. If you couldn't get there, you had to explain yourself.
"The three most dangerous words in the English language.....health and safety." (Stephen Fry)
When i was a lad......only sent home from school once (1968?) due to snow and there were some kids who did wear short trousers. mind you, better than being a girl, how did those bare legs cope with the cold although, having said that, you know it's cold when youngsters start wearing coats!
very strange up here in lower bev yesterday to hear the sound of kids playing at the end of the valley in the snow. Years ago you would always know when the schools were out because of the sound of kids playing but in these cautious, paranoid, days kids just don't play out anymore so i thought it was great to see and hear so many out & having a good time.
1968 was the only truly bad snow I ever remember in Brighton. We walked to school from Portslade through Hangleton Lane and it was knee deep.......don't remember wearing a coat though
....and yes it is great to hear kids playing (relatively) innocently
In my 13 year school life, I never got ONE day off, then the year after I leave it all, there's 2. It's not my day.
Just curious Drew and Conboy, at what age do people become whinging gits and old fuckers, who are coffin dodgers in your minds?
You immature little xunt would you like to explain what you are talking about.
Perhaps you could do it when you go back to school in your break