In response to Doplex's journal entry: 'Tell me about your childhood'.
Hmm. Bullet points methinks:
*I met my best and oldest friend, Colin Grady (CG) at aged 8, by the bent up old tree outside my house. My cousin Steven introduced us.
*My folks worked hard. My mother mainly had afactory work, my father ran an off-licence.
*I had alot of toys. I made up alot of games, and CG would always, without fail, cheat at all of them, despite the fact that i had made up the rules, 10 mins earlier.
*I was a spectaculary gullible fool. CG told me he was a movie director, with nigh on 80 girlfriends. I belived him. I also told him that one of my 100 girlfriends was a vampire.
*I once put my school jumper on upside -down, much to the amusment of Daniel, my curly haired friend.
*I learned how to whistle during a school assembly when I was 5. "and now, we will sing hymm -'Phweeeeep!'"
*At the same school, later that year, a bigger kid pushed me over a bench and broke my arm. I told a dinner lady that my arm was broken, she said 'dont be silly', and dragged me by the broken arm in to see the nurse. I screamed the building down. My right arm is bent up funny to this day. I left that school soon after.
*There was an outdoor swimming pool at my new lower school. It was fucking freezing, and after all begging to go in, on the first day of sunshine, we all begged to be let out again. For the rest of the week, no one came to school because we all had a fucking cold.
*The playground was re-surfaced with tarmac. During a heat wave. We all got stuck to the playground. Hundreds of children, rooted to the spot. Many complaints came from angry mothers whose children had come home with tarmac-shoes. Oh, and sunburn.
*I did a big poo at that school. Huge. it went everywhere. My lucky red pants did not survive the encounter.
*In middle school, I a succession of really shitty best friends. For some reason, I have only ever seemd to able to have one friend at a time, and all of them were socially inept, backward fuck wits who have gone on to do fuck all of any worth.
Sigh...that's enough for now. Call this Part one.
Hmm. Bullet points methinks:
*I met my best and oldest friend, Colin Grady (CG) at aged 8, by the bent up old tree outside my house. My cousin Steven introduced us.
*My folks worked hard. My mother mainly had afactory work, my father ran an off-licence.
*I had alot of toys. I made up alot of games, and CG would always, without fail, cheat at all of them, despite the fact that i had made up the rules, 10 mins earlier.
*I was a spectaculary gullible fool. CG told me he was a movie director, with nigh on 80 girlfriends. I belived him. I also told him that one of my 100 girlfriends was a vampire.
*I once put my school jumper on upside -down, much to the amusment of Daniel, my curly haired friend.
*I learned how to whistle during a school assembly when I was 5. "and now, we will sing hymm -'Phweeeeep!'"
*At the same school, later that year, a bigger kid pushed me over a bench and broke my arm. I told a dinner lady that my arm was broken, she said 'dont be silly', and dragged me by the broken arm in to see the nurse. I screamed the building down. My right arm is bent up funny to this day. I left that school soon after.
*There was an outdoor swimming pool at my new lower school. It was fucking freezing, and after all begging to go in, on the first day of sunshine, we all begged to be let out again. For the rest of the week, no one came to school because we all had a fucking cold.
*The playground was re-surfaced with tarmac. During a heat wave. We all got stuck to the playground. Hundreds of children, rooted to the spot. Many complaints came from angry mothers whose children had come home with tarmac-shoes. Oh, and sunburn.
*I did a big poo at that school. Huge. it went everywhere. My lucky red pants did not survive the encounter.
*In middle school, I a succession of really shitty best friends. For some reason, I have only ever seemd to able to have one friend at a time, and all of them were socially inept, backward fuck wits who have gone on to do fuck all of any worth.
Sigh...that's enough for now. Call this Part one.
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- Tron, 26/3/2005
It was so sickenly good to see you old boy, I didn't even wretch when I had to get rid of one of your poos the next morning. Your compering was top of the notches and made me right confident to wiggle myself around on stage, even though it was a bit blue for some people's tastes.
Best Tron link between acts 'Clap your hands together like retards.' Frrrrried gold!
We're definately going to have to do something for my birthday now aren't we? You big tempting apple of joyful doom.
Love to you dude.
Edit to spell 'Joyful' properly, because 'Jouful is not a word.'
[Edited on Mar 27, 2005 5:52PM]