It is so sad that we lost her at such a young age.
My mum was convinced I was GAY, and was busy saying Hail Mary's every Sunday to protect my soul burning in hell should I have decided to bowl from the pavilion end.
When I came home one day and stuck up posters of Debbie Harry and Kate Bush she rushed back to church and lit a candle as she thought her prayers had been heard and I had been saved.
(Little did she know that I was already the school's major distributor of grumble mags, having worked out a shoplifting SCAM with one of the tall kids in the year above me. I would go into a newsagent and ask for a quarter of sherbert PIPS or bon bons. Whilst the newagent was weighing out the sweties my partner in CRIME would sweep up the contents of the top shelf into his adidas bag and we would split the contents and sell them at skool).
My mum was convinced I was GAY, and was busy saying Hail Mary's every Sunday to protect my soul burning in hell should I have decided to bowl from the pavilion end.
When I came home one day and stuck up posters of Debbie Harry and Kate Bush she rushed back to church and lit a candle as she thought her prayers had been heard and I had been saved.
(Little did she know that I was already the school's major distributor of grumble mags, having worked out a shoplifting SCAM with one of the tall kids in the year above me. I would go into a newsagent and ask for a quarter of sherbert PIPS or bon bons. Whilst the newagent was weighing out the sweties my partner in CRIME would sweep up the contents of the top shelf into his adidas bag and we would split the contents and sell them at skool).
Blimey. 50 posts in and NOBODY had that tennis player scratching her arse ?
Ahem. You might like to re-read post #8. I thought everyone knew who Fiona Butler was. Either that, or I was too ashamed to admit that I'd had it and thought I'd try a little obfuscation. The change in my willingness to attract scorn was precipitated by El Pres' astonishing and excellent admissions.
Funnily enough, a few weeks back I found this old picture of my bedroom. Posters are Dark Side of the Moon pyramids, Paladin and Osibisa. Door is marker pen drawing of Roger Deans Budgie.
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I'll be honest, I had no idea who Fiona Butler was. I'd be surprised if more than 6 people on this forum would've known the name of that bird scratching her arse.
My mum was convinced I was GAY, and was busy saying Hail Mary's every Sunday to protect my soul burning in hell should I have decided to bowl from the pavilion end.
When I came home one day and stuck up posters of Debbie Harry and Kate Bush she rushed back to church and lit a candle as she thought her prayers had been heard and I had been saved.
(Little did she know that I was already the school's major distributor of grumble mags, having worked out a shoplifting SCAM with one of the tall kids in the year above me. I would go into a newsagent and ask for a quarter of sherbert PIPS or bon bons. Whilst the newagent was weighing out the sweties my partner in CRIME would sweep up the contents of the top shelf into his adidas bag and we would split the contents and sell them at skool).
I know, I can't believe it either that they misspelled "girls"[/SIZE]
Debbie Harry, Kate Bush And a lot of ceiling stalagmite's.