The Hallucinating Goose

Yeah, decent game that.

Whenever I say that it just sounds like a really drawn out 'cause'... Edit. Also, beer??

Yeah, when I saw this I just thought, how? Seriously, how do you roll a Land Rover on a road you can barely get two cars down?? I saw someone suggest that if a parked car had its wheel stuck out and he hit that then it could have done that but I dunno.

This evening I heard a Hullensian use the word, "Gnarly". I was embarrassed for him. What is a word that sounds incredibly wrong in your accent?

I bought some dumbbells on an optimistic Monday when I was a teenager. They were not used once and after a few years I gave them to my brother. They just sit in the corner of his bedroom as far as I know!

They do give you jaw ache after a few minutes.

That's depressing.

Why the heck is Big Brother still being made??

Beat me to it. I was about to post that...

Well what do you think I washed my hair with? I'm not into golden showers, mate.

Mrs. Ash - French teacher and absolute witch. Mrs. Foster - Stuck up English teacher and swinger. Mr. Worthington - Science teacher who was married but definitely gay. Mr. Smith - Legendary old school science teacher who when on a school trip to Bradford said when we were returning home, "you can tell your parents you've been to Bradistan and survived!" Legend! Mr. Prescott - German teacher and my arch-nemesis who I once squared up to nose to nose and told to f off in front of the whole class after he had mocked me like an immature little toddler. I got a lot of respect off the cool kids after that! Mr. Bull - geography teacher and knob who discriminated against poor kids. Mr. Cassidy - PE teacher and ex-Hull player who was always up for a laugh. The only PE teacher that didn't ignore the non-sporty kids. One of the best teachers. Mr. Henderson - science teacher and complete creep who was almost certainly a paedophile. Just a few teachers off the top of my head there!

Knock 15 years off and add a goatee, and you're about right!

Read my post again.

I had to scrub my hair in a public bog. Imagine the scene. A fat Hull FC fan bent over the sinks in a public loo while topless washing his hair! People were walking in on this scene! Oh, and I had two massive bags of pickling onions on the floor next to me as well..!

This sounds similar to myself. I actually got the highest year 6 SAT test scores my primary school had ever achieved. It was the scummiest primary school in the town, right in the heart of the worst streets on the biggest council estate. While certainly not being the smartest kid in my secondary school, I was up there. That school was an odd one in terms of demographic because it was the state comprehensive but it was in the posher part of town. As a result, most of the council estate kids went there but a lot of lower middle class kids and posher village kids went there as well. Growing up in a very closed working class environment is what made me think so much of myself, I think. When all the other kids on the estate were out scaring grannies and smashing up park benches for no reason whatsoever, I was sat at home reading books on medieval history and watching programmes about architecture! After leaving school and entering the real world and starting to travel a lot, I was certainly humbled when suddenly I was meeting people who not only were into the same things as me but knew masses and masses more.