Taking the piss — 13 Comments

  1. Good post. So you knitted your daughter a wooly jumper? And she had the daughterly good manners to say she didn't like it? Good on both of ya. Discarded wooly jumpers can be rearranged with a bit of creative darning as body warmers for pet dogs in winter.

    When I learnt about the birds and the bees I was told there were male and female bees, with their designated tasks. And the queen bee presided over all the work. She was sexually rewarded for her supervisory responsibilities and the drones were satisfied. That's enough biology for me. The bio-engineers at the Department of Education should have chosen careers as public sanitation officers.

    • She had the good grace not to mention the cardigan for about ten years.  She then cheerfully informed me that she was mortified at the time.  I told her it was intended as a character building exercise.  Seems to have worked too.

      I can't remember how I discovered the mechanics, though I have a fair the bicycle shed featured in the background.  I also remember a game of Spin the Bottle in a friend's basement……

  2. Grandad,

    I honestly think 2016 is going to be the year of ‘really stupid’ on so many levels.

    So much so, I’m seriously considering converting the spare bedroom into a sound-proof rubber room to where I can retreat and scream and bounce all the pent-up anger and frustration out of myself on a daily {hourly?} basis.

    • I thought that was what The Foggy Mirror is for?

      I would tend to agree that insanity is growing at an exponential rate,  I suppose I welcome it at one level – it gives me plenty of material to work with.

      Keep with the padded room though – you'll need it if you persist on using Windows 10!  Mwaaaahahaha!

      • Grandad,

        Purlease, Windows 10 is a master-class in coding and embedded corporate spy-ware excellence and Bill gates is a prince amongst men.

        Sure Windows 10 has its faults and niggles but so does my little nest of vipers along the sofa.

        Oh, gotta go, looks like Windows has cratered again…

        • Heh!  It's like standing on solid ground watching someone picking their way through a treacherous bog.

    • Do we need any more proof that the world has gone down the toilet, through the sewers and the slurry farm and is now irrevocably sunk to the bottom of the ocean?

      • Dear Grandad

        Positive. They hadn't been invented then. All we had were regular poofs, and some of them used the staff toilets.

        We had the standard percentage of girly boys – not quite in the same league as Fotherington Thomas – but I don't remember any cases of bullying based on that. On the whole we seemed tolerant of both staff & pupils of a different bent. The bullies tended to concentrate on making life hard for those in the 2nd form.

        Decades after leaving school, I was a bit surprised to learn that my chem. master had a live in boyfriend, though I dare say those with eyes to see, weren't.


  3. Ah, just put 'em all in skirts, white shirts, ties and a blazer, give 'em one fully equipped bathroom and let 'em figure it out for themselves.

    Oh, never mind.

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