Pee Wee with the chief nympho school pupil character. Was it Wendy? I haven’t seen it since I was 15 myself. Anyway, it was an anecdote among the boys who were not Pee Wee. I can’t differentiate between those characters at all, so can’t tell you who was sharing the story.
I was also wondering about that.
So, the kind of kids who don’t give a shit about GCSE results in the first place, then? It’s remarkable how few teachers realise exam results are irrelevant to people who have different aspirations from them.
A doctor’s note? You literally just have to tell a doctor that you have the shits. There again, HR literally asked for proof, so I’m completely on your side.
Or get out more quickly by just organising your packing and get on with your real life.
I’ve never seen Bluey because my kids are older and I don’t think it had been created when they were at the right age, but it sounds bloody nauseating from that description.
If you say so. It’s entirely up to you to make that decision. I find that a jar of pesto is at least four servings, but I’m 54 and am now a former smoker who has to limit wine consumption.
Atherosclerosis on a plate.
Who had a written record of ticketed cars, even in the olden days!
Thanks for explaining
Until this Fess was published and the wife realised her husband’s housekeeping skills are superior to hers. He’ll be assigned more household tasks now. Shame if the wife had to contrive all this to get him to do his share.
Everyone but me seems to understand the meaning of “do a donut”. What is that, please?
I would say she’s won at this game, though.
Except, in this case, he’s fucked that up by doing it right!
Lordy!
Could you elaborate, please?
Boner.
That sounds both amazing and confusing.
Self-publishing means spending 90% of your time marketing instead of writing. Otherwise, your publisher should be marketing for you.
I loved Gonch and Hollo, but (pre-smack) Zammo and Jonah would be my favourite Grange Hill characters to meet at a festival. Apart from Tucker Jenkins, obviously. He WAS Grange Hill.
I think you did the right thing by actively engaging with him. He might have felt wounded if you’d told him something he didn’t believe. There aren’t rules about talking to people on their deathbeds because everyone is unique. You showed up for him and that’s what really matters.
I understand your insecurity, but that doesn’t justify this violation. I don’t think you’re anywhere near ready to be in a relationship.
Yikes!
How does this work? I can go to the gym consistently for months on end and not see the slightest difference in my body! There’s been a massive change in my figure since January because I have to work harder. I’ve lost 34lb!
What kind of person would actually refuse? This hasn’t happened to me, by the way
I hope you don’t think I’m being rude, but your profile pic suggests you’re a bit on the old side for that. (I’m 54 and, decidedly, non-athletic in build!) However, you have as much potential as anyone else to become an online influencer!
*I don’t think I don’t think I woke up properly until my dental appointment for a replacement filling this morning, and the ultrasound on my womb, were out of the way!
Seemingly, some influencers are stinking rich!
No, I don’t he’s a pervert either but the woman he was leering at doesn’t “owe” him anything.
No, I think this marriage is doomed.
The husband wanting a threesome opened the marriage. Honest discussions about boundaries are essential for open marriages to work. Since this doesn’t seem the case here, a divorce is more likely. Maybe don’t voice fantasies about fucking other women if you’d rather your wife stayed monogamous?
We women are very much given to having pillow fights in our underwear.
I agree. However, the husband kept voicing his fantasy and the wife is scoping the landscape. Who cheated first?
There’s no mention of sex. Yet. Anyway, it was the guy who wanted another partner first.
Constituencies in rural Scotland are experiencing rather the opposite. Please revise your overview of “the UK”.
People who didn’t want children certainly gave me a hard time for wanting children before I had children. The critical voices didn’t stop there, I assure you! It’s a personal choice and I entirely respect your decision. If you didn’t want and didn’t have children, I’d say you’ve won!
Yeah, I don’t know how that works either.
He speaks on occasion.
Yes, I have. I’ve also witnessed many wildly delusional buskers who really shouldn’t have relied on their “talent” alone to keep them alive. But I took risks when I was young as well.
Also, in this age, pretty difficult to market
That’s nasty! Perhaps you’d like to ban anyone with an art box too? Did you vote Brexit, by any chance?
Well, it’s someone with biological male genitalia. Ejaculate from biological female genitalia doesn’t discolour carpets or upholstery.
I don’t know about the eyebrows, but it’s certainly unusual, for middle aged men, to dodge ear hair at some point. It can happen in the late fifties for some. There again, I’m 54 and not grey yet. My mum went grey in her 70s. By the way, my eyebrows are hideous!
Oh, man. I do feel sorry. (I toyed with being sarcastic there, but decided against it. At least I won’t have to deal with ear hair.)
Wedding Belles, Channel 4 comedy drama, 2007.
That also happened in an Irvine Welsh story, way before 2020. I’ll have to do a search for more exact details.
Mine isn’t?
I’m trying to find a gentle way to ask about the era of your active sex life..?
I’m not sure about that. I adopted a cat who’d been a stray for three years and, as a result, had damaged kidneys and never returned to a healthy weight, although she did gain a little. People were always feeding her because they were worried about how thin she was. I completely understand that.
“Happy Birthday, love. I got an extra large bottle of lube because, obviously, you have a huge, flabby arsehole… Oh. I’m your huge, flabby arsehole?”
No clue! Sorry
It certainly seems obvious in retrospect but Gen X (in the UK, at least) had parents who were disturbingly negligent by today’s standards.
What a hot take on anyone called Noel.
I’m concerned that your cleaner weighs so little.
Was he? Are you really telling me that TWO women were prepared to shag him??
Pork cake is a thing??
Yes, dissecting animals in biology lessons will definitely save us from potential serial killers. History has demonstrated this, hasn’t it? Serial killers like lorry driver Peter Sutcliffe and builder Fred West definitely didn’t attend state schools. That’s the problem!
Yes, because life-changing events never happen if you pass all your GCSEs. Or something. Nobody’s spouse dies prematurely? Nobody gets ill or disabled? Or, let’s say, you just have a family and want a dog to enhance and/or protect your family. People like that shouldn’t have jobs?
How flexible are you on this? If a university student is 10 minutes late to class, are they vaguely on time? This doesn’t apply to drama students. (Medical students might have to be on time also, with scheduled surgery clearly being more important than the other kind of theatre!)
I haven’t set foot in London since 2001. The London I remember was dirty, scary and had poor public transport. I’m aware that the authorities had to get their shit together to host the olympics, but they were 13 years ago! What’s London like now?
YES!
That’s certainly a good point. No, not remotely. I suspect that this is sheer fantasy.
Why wouldn’t you just report the incident?
Mine doesn’t have a docking station. How old is your electric toothbrush?
I’m trying to avoid oversharing
British porn?
Only via male mates and exes So the wank sock is very much on my radar. I just don’t use socks myself 😀
I don’t need ID for any websites. I imagine this might be a porn requirement?
Frozen pizza’s girlfriends.
I’m also curious, although it’s unlikely to aid me in any way.
No fanny will have him?
I’ve never heard of Pup.
I only watched the one with Bez in it, for obvious reasons.
But how do you measure from their hads to their solves??
I wonder why you’re surprised at this outcome.
Given the behaviour of previous radio presenters, I’d say they should be on camera at all times!
I’ve seen a house fly. I’ve seen a horse fly… I’ve seen a peanut stand, I’ve seen a rubber band, I’ve seen a needle that winked its eye… But I’ve been, done, seen about everything, when I see an elephant fly!
I’ve never forgotten a childhood friend declaring, “My dad’s a prostitute!”
I have been bitten by a horsefly. Horrible bastards! Also, I live in Scotland and the really scary spiders seem to live in sunnier climes?
Well, I guess my early impressions of Birmingham were having to get off a National Express coach to wander around Digbeth, which may have skewed my opinion of Birmingham. Also, I certainly haven’t been everywhere. But I’m from Barnsley and prefer that to Birmingham, which can’t be good!
Someone has to empty the dog shit bins, which strikes me as a job way worse than a video games tester! Does anyone get paid to test sex toys?
I’m too mature to even understand this opinion. Video games? At my age?
What? There are UK spiders that actually bite humans? I’m no expert, as you can tell, but the monsters you mention sound far too big and scary for me to go anywhere near! 🕷️
I am desperately uncool and don’t care anymore 😊
Of course he did! I’d rather live anywhere but Birmingham. He was probably desperate for enough cash to move out.
No idea, but I didn’t hand any merits in either and never got an award at school. How f*cking cool am I? Shame nobody at school noticed.
Yet it never did!
Well, the job market has changed. My parents got free tuition and maintenance grants (I mean, they were a pittance but people managed), but getting a degree was a gateway to having a career. (For context, this was the late 1960s, and people resented paying tax to educate girls, e.g. my mum.)
Dear me! I hadn’t quite realised how exclusive university has become. Appalling!
Oh, that is bad. I am in favour of funded tuition and proper grants. Those were scrapped when I was young myself. The non-privileged students got jobs to cope financially. Maybe something part-time?
That’s what I mean. Mel and Kim did Respectable. Mel and Sue are a very different act. However, when I read, “Mel and Sue”, I thought, “But one of them is dead!” because I thought of Mel and Kim. I don’t suspect any malice either.
That was Mel and Kim, or has this been a joke I’ve just ruined? I ask because I genuinely made this mistake myself when I first read the fess.
If we’re discussing pedantry, your preferred song should be called Who Made Whom?
Come to Montrose! The fairground rides here are dominated by childless men. The dodgems are like a rave, with techno, smoke machines and blokes behaving like they’re on drugs (which, of course, they may well be). I felt out of place when I took my young children on them!
I’ve never forgotten, “I used to like Harry Potter but, since J K Rowling voted against (Scottish) Independence, I now see him as a specky Tory twat”! Thanks, Twitter, for something at least!
Pretty useful if you’re studying theatre, or are active in any collaborative art form. I guess anyone with an interest in the arts might appreciate more information on the production they’re experiencing. They are an optional purchase, after all.
Yeah. Free fruit was shortlived, wasn’t it?
Does this “respect” translate to other species, I wonder? If someone murdered you, but used every part of your body in some way, such as fashioning new eyelids from your foreskin, perhaps, would you argue that this justified your death more strongly?
They’d be too young for cars you could syphon petrol from. More like Ron, Alf and Frank!
The staff in my local automatically know what I want to drink. I imagine, if I asked for “a pint”, they’d pour me a pint of Shiraz! Might try that, next time I go in.