Goths, eh?
Posted by Oeufman on 23 January 2008 - 5:43pm.
I seem to remember being called a 'Greaser' at school, and my English teacher thought that prolonged access to my sixth-form self might turn the innocent first years into satanists because I listened to 'Rawk'. Not sure I was ever asked to leave public transport for my AC/DC patches. Anyone else suffered for their art/music?
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/bradford/7204543.stm
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A confession
At school I had extremely long hair and looked like a very young Hawkwind roadie. For five years my headmaster kept telling me to cut it. This was between 1982 and 1987. In 1990 I decided to have a change, and got it all shaved off. Rather than waste my lovely locks, I put them in a jiffy bag and sent them to my ex-headmaster. I was later told by a teacher I met in a street that he had opened the jiffy bag in his office whilst talking to some prospective parents and a small mountain of hair had tipped out onto his desk, along with my note, which read: 'You wanted it, you got it. Love Patrick Crowther'
Apparently he was not best pleased.
Gawd...
don't fancy her's much. He's the one that should be on a lead...
I think you
mayhave alienated the female readership there PC, but funny (and accurate) nonetheless.
Also funny re hair story. I wouldn't have had the nerve to do that, but it strikes me as amazing that anyone would end up like the two herberts in the BBC story because of their love of one particular musical genre.
I mean, when I was a teenager, I loved rock, but I didn't try choking on my own (or, indeed, Spinal Tappily) someone else's vomit. Ditto tattooing my forehead, putting pins in my eyelids, wearing shorts and carrying a guitar around whilst singing 'Can I Sit Next To You Girl?'. I did sing it, just not with the shorts.
Can't help sounding like an old duffer, but I think it's got to something to do with the fact that she's 19 and he's 25. What happens at dinner; does he put her roast in a bowl under the table? She's going to be awfully angry when she looks back in ten years time.
Awww...
it's all good clean fun! I think she knows exactly what she's doing. Trying to ruffle a few feathers...
Oh
I'm not so sure about that. Make the oldies bristle with indignation, sure, but if that's all it was, would they really bother complaining to the bus company?
I didn't mean...
they didn't have cause for complaint, just that I reckon that young lady knows what she's up to. I don't think she's a victim just because she's on a lead. She probably just gets off on it.
You
misunderstand me; I agree she probably gets off on it (and hey, whatever), but that's now.
When she looks back, I can't help thinking she's going to feel, well, a little silly. I have images of her mother showing her new boyfriend pictures of her darling angel;
'And here she is, with... what was his name, hen, you know, the one out of the Matrix? Anyway, lovely lead; she used to chew the end when she knew it was time for walkies. Another Bakewell?'
'Mum!'
Oh I seeeeeee!
Yes, I did get the wrong end of the leash. I'm sure she has a stout heart, though. She'll be OK. She'll probably look that way when she's 40.
Eurgh,
the lead will be filthy by then!