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[minervasolo]

bold ones you've done. gacked from apiphile

Waited for forty minutes in the rain for a bus and then two come at once.
Then wrote a letter to the paper. The next week there was one replying to it, wanting to know why I didn't catch an earlier bus. Because the earlier bus left before school finished, and it was a ten minute walk to the busstop? Deeply unimpressed.

Fought someone bodily for the last packet of butterscotch Angel Delight in the convenience store.

Failed to find Last of the Summer Wine at all amusing.

Danced with delight the morning after a general election.

Shouted at Radio 4.

Bought Marks & Spencer's underwear.
Is there a woman in this country who hasn't?

Made bubble and squeak.

Complained about the weather.

Stood in the doorway or by the window gazing out at rain/snow/hail as though it were a new phenomenon.
I've been staring at the rain for ages now. I need to go into town!

Tried to use a public loo and been forced to walk out again and cross your legs till you got home due to sheer disgustingness of same.

Had a Hornby train set.

Said 'ah well, mustn't grumble'.

Honestly believed that Marmite is an actual foodstuff.

Thought that cider was a girlie drink and only realised the error the day after, when that whole hideous karaoke striptease incident comes flooding back and you realise you're wearing someone else's pants.
First alcoholic drink parents ever bought me in a pub (well, cider house, which kinda explains it). Took me a long time to realise cider house cider and stuff that comes in cans are in fact two entirely unrelated drinks.

Made Heath Robinson-esque sculptures out of Meccano.

Used leaf tea, warmed the teapot, and put the milk in last.
Twice, at most, but yeah. It's be cool to do it more often, too.

Been taken to 'The Nutcracker' as a Christmas treat.
And the squeaks were violins, not voices. (long standing disagreement between myself and my sister, though she probably doesn't even remember seeing the ballet any more)

Taken ballet lessons.
And I was shit. ^_^

Been to a panto.
hasn't everyone? I mean, it's, like, mandatory!

Read Noddy books as a child.

Had riding lessons and joined the Pony Club.

Watched 'Blue Peter' twice a week, every week, for at least five years.

Know that 'Dr Who' had an existence prior to his incarnation as Tom Baker.
Though I couldn't name most of hte preceding Doctors, and it's only DougSoc that''s actually exposed me to them.

Consider 'Blake's 7' the apotheosis of British TV science fiction

Had nits.
Let's see... was I a child? Did I go to school? Then yes, I had nits.

Seen a performance by Morris Dancers.

Been to the Glastonbury festival.

Said 'bollocks' a lot.

Played on an old Second World War bombsite as a child
AKA my best friends back garden. Her little brother found an unexploded bomb in the compost heap.

Had a father/grandfather who fought in the War but never talked about it.
Considering one's dead and I never see the other, I don't actually know how much they talked about it.

Know that the Second World War started in 1939, not 1941.
It's even easier to remember! Third of the Ninth, Thirty-nine. 3/9/39

Have parents/grandparents who remember the Blitz and rationing.
Gran was a WAF, doing her damndest to get into the army at 14 and out of London.

Been hunt sabbing.

Played in a children's playground floored with SOLID CONCRETE!
You mean, you get ones that aren't?

Been stuck on the Tube for more than 20 minutes for no reason that is ever divulged to anyone.

Gone Christmas shopping in Harrods/Selfridges.
Once, as a child. I got lost. Those two sentences sum up large parts of my childhood, actually.

Bought the Big Issue.
Quite often. The more I buy it, the more guilty I feel when I don't. I very rarely actually read it though.

Given old clothes/books/stuff to Oxfam.

Been to France on a school trip.
Several times ('advantage' of living in the South). A creepy old man try to put money in my hand and stroked my cheek. I do not like France.

Made a crown for a nativity play with old-style Rowntree's Fruit Gums.

Made anything from a Blue Peter programme. (Bonus points if you attempted the comedy Christmas Wreath using M&S food bags.)
Usually food. Mostly we just collected toilet rolls and washingup liquid bottles and tissues boxes under the bed and never used any of them.

Carry an umbrella for more than three hundred days a year.
I usually doesn't leave my bag.

Had a parent who stood, most embarrassingly, for local council elections.

Managed to live in the UK but not visit all of its constituent counties.
Scotland and Ireland are right out, and if we're talking counties, not countries, then I doubt I've seen half.

Been to a foreign supermarket and stocked up on Nutella to a ludicrous extent.

Been on a booze cruise to Calais.
Does school tri to Disney land with an hours stop on the way back in Calias count? Over a hundred hungover 16 and 17 year olds, buying as much wine and beer as they can get their hands on.

Holidayed at the seaside every year and caught crabs in rockpools.
If not every year, then damn close. The advantage of having family in Falmouth and Brighton.

Consider 'Europe' a foreign country.
There's us, there's Europe. When people on American TV say 'Europe', talking about Britain, I get very baffled.

Were christened CofE, but have never been to church except for weddings, christenings and funerals.
Um, one funeral. And probably my sister's Christening. Went a few times with Sunday School (which I only attended so parents could get a lie-in) and once or twice at Christmas.

Had a Sindy doll.
One of the swimming ones. Sindy cornered that market long before Barbie.

Remember 'Marathon', 'Opal Fruits', 'Jif' and 'Oil of Ulay'.
I still call them Opal Fruits. Marathon is the only one I don't remember, but I know it was the old name for Snickers.

Consider fish 'n' chips a basic food staple, not a Quaint British Novelty.

Had curry sauce on your chips.

Don't celebrate St Patrick's Day.
Shush. This year was an aberration, I'm sure. Though I am a quarter Irish, which means I have more cuase to than most people I know.

Never say "gotten"
Nasty word. But apparently technically valid, unless you want to strike 'forgotten' from the record as well.

Harbour fond memories for the Beano and Dandy
I never actually got to read them, though. They were boy's comics. I just 'borrowed' them when we were sharing lifts places.

Was a Brownie and then a Girl Guide.

Watched Hetty Wainthrope the first time it was shown and thought little Geoffrey was sweet.

Remember Kathy Gale (Honor Blackman) in the Avengers.

Get ALL the jokes in Monty Python.
I laugh at them all, does that count?

In addition:

Remember the days when 'Top of the Pops' could make or break a popstar.

Travelled from one end of the country to the other in one day and called it a long but do-able journey.
Surrey to Cumbria, which is pretty close. Some how, most long journey are six hours, be it Surrey to Cornwall, Surrey to Norfolk, Surrey to Yorkshire or Surrey to Cumbria. Don't ask me how.

Used a racist term and then paused, waiting for someone to come arrest you for being un-PC.
Maybe not racist, but definitely un-PC. Usually because I can't think of any other word to get my point across, and I cringe as I talk.

Cried when we lost the World Cup in football (that game with a round ball and two goals, NOT the American version of rugby).



So, you know how I keep whining about builders and sunlight and all and not getting any sleep? Last night we had a wonderful new factor. Music. Loud. 4:30-5:30. I don't know who it is who has it on, but it's always the same volume. Usually starts at about 11pm, but, you know, 4:30am is a nice little variation on that. I don't have the sort of window that open in such a manner as you can lean out and yell at people.

Worst thing? it was cheesy pop and I liked it. But still shut the window and tried to sleep.

Plans for the day: read Evelina, post loan form to mother (and buy comics...), finish fic stuffs, eat last of chicken before it goes off... what a thrilling day I have planned. Rivetting.