Thought Id start this one going because its rather dead on this board at the moment and I suppose all my usual muckers are either at the Stella tennis event watching Dim Tim (lose again) or at Henly Regatta eating cucumber sandwiches (they wish,...NOT).

Anyway please feel free to just talk to yourself blast away and let it go on any company or subject you wish. Just wish Id thought of this one before.

cheers GF.

533. bugger.
alan, we didn't have him , we had xavier going into shops and buying stuff. actually , my first crush was on the french teacher at primary school. i must have been about 8 or 9 and she looked like purdey from the new avengers, but with a big nose and tons of make-up. it was a very strange feeling , sitting there in short pants and a hard on.....

Oh no. Back to the scaffolding again eh Choc?

Nam

YOUR FRENCH TEACHER HAD SHORT PANTS AND A HARD ON? Shit, I thought I went to a dodgy school.
My French teacher was a German woman (explains a lot) called Ursula Smart, who was the wife of TV sports presenter Mike Smart, and as a spooky co-incidence, my English Teacher, Mrs Gration was the wife of TV sports presenter Harry Gration!!
Alan

Mmm je l'aimerais bien

Don't tell me they had a son called Confla.
And a daugther Emmy?

LOL

Harry Gration? Shut That Door, Everard!

Couldn't resist. Soft Southerners probably mistake him for the up t' North presenter.

Where I come from Lad, Tetley's is BEER not Tea!

Nam

ahhh.....mademoiselle danielle....... bonjour.

He's one of the boys is that Jo Lumley

Nice fringe!

Nam

Nam,
Harry is that presenter. You appear to be thinking about Larry Grayson.
Or am I missing some kind of irony here?
Alan

Aaarrrgh. Fell right into it there Alan.

15-Love.

Nam

If anyone can interprate Nams recent posts please advise me. I am completely at sea here.
Alan

Bet none of you had a physics teacher called Mr Puddephat.

Some of my contemporaries, whilst academic were not bright. I spent many an amusing hour in the JCR (and SCR) watching the N/S divide grow ever wider by a mixture of subsidised alcohol and an inherent inability to empathise. The Larry Grayson/Harry Gration debate always popped up in the (drunken) conversation somewhere along the line, as did turning Ansells into Theakstons by means of human metabolism.

Apologies if this is all a bit new to you Alan. Just reminiscing.

Nam

lol@chocolat. fantastic.

just seen this and nearly creamed my pants

sensible soccer

the greatest ever pc football game. and it's coming back.

You must have had a different class of eductaion to me, Nam.
I went to St Dunstan the Aggresive School for Backward Boys (Just opposite the St Vitus school for Forward Girls) and completed my education at the school of hard Knocks, the University of Life Before getting a degree in "It stands to reason" and an Honours degree in "Some bloke down the pub told me...."
I am now studying for a doctorate in writing pompous letters to the Guardian in order to apply for my dream job of second reserve assistant snowplough driver in Mauritius.
Back to the medication.
Alan

Different indeed Alan.

Nam

alan, while you were being aggressively schooled in backward boying, was that when you met H, as she does come across as someone schooled in being forward?

No,
H went to a school in the posh part of Leeds (Yes, there is one, Honestly), where people with real jobs lived. I came from the part where the careers teacher only knew how to work for the coal board or sign on with back problems. I was just a bit of rough she picked up one day (probably for a bet or something).
Which reminds me, being all nostalgic, did any of you guys ever take part in pig nights when you were out with the lads?
Now that is one of the best nights out I could ever recommend.
Alan