I walk through walls, I am the gun.

I was going to relate a tale aboot work today......

But who wants to hear a tale of marketing in the financial services?

So a new series on my troubled youth.

Facts of my youth: part 1

When I was at junior school there was a lot of jokes aboot homosexuals (we called them 'gaylords' in those days). Anyway, I was told that gaylords practiced the art of bumming (the language may have differed a touch from that). This was discussed with a close friend and we came to the conclusion that this involved two men rubbing their bums together. This didn't seem too bad really and we couldn't see what all the fuss was aboot.

Just like my good friend Ad who said in relation to recent allegations of premiership footballers homosexuality:
"Don't know what all the fuss is about. It's a bit like that Brokeback
Mountain film - just a couple of chums engaging in a bit of horse-play
and rough-housing. We've all done it."

Facts of my youth: Part 2

One of my first experiences of infant school was playing war. (which mainly consisted of two teams running around making bad machine gun noises). I'm not sure how we won or who ajudicated, but we all joined arms after and sang "We won the war, in 1974". Spookily we didn't know what to sing the following year. The same occurrence was mirrored16 years later with the university ten pin bowling team when we actually won a game. Our trademark chant of "We came, we lost, we couldn't give a toss" was meaningless.

This section has been sponsored by the "Scourge of the East", who has the utmost respect for my aged ramblings.