haha and it served him RIGHT!!

It wasn't *funny* per se, but it was perversely bemusing that one of the two bullies who bothered me in middle school ODed some years back, allegedly. It was rather nice that the other one confessed that he was actually fairly jealous of me, weirdly enough.

I think my current favorite story...is still being told. I'll leave it at that.

I am such a liar. She ought to burn.

the closest i can think of is that i once — abt 25 years on — passed a teacher who had bullied me a bit when i was 11, and he just looked EXACTLY the same (portly, bad dress-sense, bad hair, pleased with himself, no g/f), and i felt able to think "haha look where you ended up saddo, teaching english to tinies you despise, at a no-account inconsequential backwater school, i like my life i bet you don't like yours, so i win haha"

which i think maybe makes me more rubbish than him!! the most-favoured boy at THREE successive schools i attended — always head boy, always considered handsome and go- getting and beyond grown-up — went on to become a vet and was bald by the age of 28 (i mean i was at the same school as him three times in a row). But actually we got on quite well, secretly: we just enjoyed PRETENDING to be enemies, as i was the bohemian oddball and he was Mr Straight. The bald thing is my chief tool of schadenfreude, I'm afraid, and that surely makes me rubbish squared.

The only funny ancedote I can think of involved Hank's ex-wife whom we fondly refer to as Hellbitch. One night, after both sides did a good job of ignoring each other at a club, she came up to him, stuck a note in his pocket and said "read that when you get home." I said, "You know, if you got something to say to him why don't you just go ahead and say it." She hit me, melee ensued, we were dragged out of the bar, etc etc. When we got home and read the note it turns out she was threatening to contest their divorce and "get the house". Our house is a rental. Ahem. Much laughter was had at her stupid expense.

Num num but no no. Do you mean 'deserts', sinkersub?

That made me VERY HAPPY

That this story came to mind when Ronan read this thread tells us a lot about his psyche, and reminds me of THIS

"I do not hate women".

But you're probably right about the psyche thing, it's quite bitchy to me in my head, I mean it's not like I was jealous of her perfectly toned ass or something, but it seems the same sentiment to me as girls being pleased that Posh Spice has cellulite or something. I dunno.

Actually fuck it compare me to Hitchcock and Gainsbourg instead of people bitching about Posh.

Yes, you are. You see someone you think is 'real stunning' and you ogle her = you fancy her, in my understanding of the word. Feel free to explain your definition.

What I did was just wanting. Fancying involves some kind of personality attachment, however often I just conflate the two, and pretend I've had witty and interesting conversation with incredibly good looking person, when in reality I didn't.

This is what I was trying to say on the 'd'you fancy brains' thread. All that kerfuffle and disputation, and young Ronan sums it up in a throwaway sentence.