Paging the Turboisti

you'd have liked the school I went to. If a teacher thought your hair
was too long, they'd hold you down while another teacher cut it
shorter.

And if you didn't like it, you could **** off and go to the pikey
school up the road.

 

I had a day out with a cycle pro once and he used the term warm down... he
used it to refer to doing gentle exercises to bring the heart/breathing
rate down to a normal level, rather than stopping completely to cool down.

 

Another baldy fondly remembers his hirsute youth?

Actually; tell him if he keeps it shortish now, he won't be an old bald
git later on. It's bollocks, of course, but it might work.

 

Jesus! and you call yourself a parent?

 

Not with me, but you're dead meat anyway.

 

The Older Gentleman scribbled on the back of a napkin:

What is this bollox about hair lengths in schools in the UK anyway?
Nobody in the German schools I went to gave a toss about how you cut
your hair. Well, or didn't.

 

She's sobbing now that our little discussion has finished. So on that
basis, yes, I'd call myself a parent.

 

That's because everyone in the Fatherland opts for the distinctive
bottle-brush look, though.

 

Cool.

 

We don't all have the same haircut.

 

Did you give her back her plug cap?

 

Hmm well 25-30 years ago mild physical abuse[1] of children in
schools[2] was encouraged and was the norm rather than an exception.

Didn't do me any harm to be honest...


[1]Stuff like using a knotted rubber pipe to beat across the back of the
legs
[2]Well, the ones I attended.

 

A well-aimed blackboard rubber was the teacher's weapon of choice at my
prep school.

 

That or sticks of chalk at mine. And this was in the early 90s.

 

He is no longer employed [1]. And the story is not what you have
printed and I'm not spreading any tittle tattle about it either.


[1] can't say I'm heartbroken as he sent an E Mail to directors saying I
was crap at my job - which I'm not. He's been lucky not to have been
inspecting the underside of a train.

 

(The Older Gentleman) wrote in

I got one of those in the side of my face from Kit Edridge, when he saw
it made my nose bleed he started asking me to throw it back at him. And
that was 30 years ago, poor bugger's probably dead now.

 

"I promised I wouldn't say"....

That's, um, remarkably forthright, coming from you.

 

Nonsense. I have heard one rumour and I don't know if it is 100% true or
not.

Well it's very simple. If he hadn't acted like a little shit by
plastering my name all over the place by E Mail to almost the very top
of LUL and had instead spoken to me to say things could have been done
better then it would be a different story. If I'm in the wrong I get
things fixed and take the rap - end of story. If I haven't done anything
wrong - as in this case - then I get a little upset. I also don't forget
when my character is dragged through the mud for no good reason.

 

I can understand why "gleeful" would be the correct word. It couldn't
happen to a nicer person. I happened to be talking on the phone to a
colleague when I opened the E Mail with the announcement in it. I almost
dropped the phone as my smile broadened so much.

Who cares - he's gone. He's unlikely to be missed.

Do you mean IT contractors? I imagine it is possible because we have
all been ordered to get out of the office and help when there have been
issues over train radio, fleet problems, the bomb attacks in order to
help the public find their way about or keep the service going.

 

Very unlikely as the tasks people are asked to do are all non safety
critical. They have to be if normal office workers are asked to help out
as they are not licensed to undertake safety critical tasks. To do
otherwise would breach the safety case.

I can't believe you were a bit drunk.