Post by fazza on Sept 27, 2006 13:18:56 GMT
Clive saying that his middle initials were "RC" has somehow reminded me of my idea for this new thread that I was thinking about the other day (when I was decorating actually).
Will anyone post 3 (or less if you wish) things about their youth or childhood that they would OF wished that their bar billiards team-mates did not know about them?
I have to go first, I suppose, but this will hurt (a lot).
1. I was the 5th child in the family and it had gone girl, boy, girl, boy up to that point. I was therefore obviously going to be a girl and I was going to be........................... "Elaine" I think this also led my sister to think I was gay.
2. I had not eaten meat up to the age of 22, when I started going out with Peggy (not that I am calling her a cow, you understand), and still can't eat fish.
3. I had three balls I regularly played with in our back garden when I was about 8, 9 or 10, and I insisted on naming them after myself and my two big brothers. For those with dirty minds, I should point out here that they were of the rubber variety and perfectly spherical. I had a really old tennis racquet with which I aimed each ball in turn to try to knock down a stick the size of a cricket stump from its diagonal position against our barn door. I actually kept a record of how many times each "brother" won over several years. It gave me hours and hours of fun, and it was the only way I could ever beat my two big brothers at anything. (Oh, apart from cards because they both wore glasses and I found from the age of about 6 that I could see the reflection of the cards in their glasses. When they held their cards nearer to their eyes to stop me cheating, I could see their hand better, but I owned up far too quickly: too honest, you see.) Anyway, was this the training in hand-eye coordination that I required for my bar billiards career, and my obsession with statistics and record-keeping????
Come on now, be honest and be confessional!!!!!
Will anyone post 3 (or less if you wish) things about their youth or childhood that they would OF wished that their bar billiards team-mates did not know about them?
I have to go first, I suppose, but this will hurt (a lot).
1. I was the 5th child in the family and it had gone girl, boy, girl, boy up to that point. I was therefore obviously going to be a girl and I was going to be........................... "Elaine" I think this also led my sister to think I was gay.
2. I had not eaten meat up to the age of 22, when I started going out with Peggy (not that I am calling her a cow, you understand), and still can't eat fish.
3. I had three balls I regularly played with in our back garden when I was about 8, 9 or 10, and I insisted on naming them after myself and my two big brothers. For those with dirty minds, I should point out here that they were of the rubber variety and perfectly spherical. I had a really old tennis racquet with which I aimed each ball in turn to try to knock down a stick the size of a cricket stump from its diagonal position against our barn door. I actually kept a record of how many times each "brother" won over several years. It gave me hours and hours of fun, and it was the only way I could ever beat my two big brothers at anything. (Oh, apart from cards because they both wore glasses and I found from the age of about 6 that I could see the reflection of the cards in their glasses. When they held their cards nearer to their eyes to stop me cheating, I could see their hand better, but I owned up far too quickly: too honest, you see.) Anyway, was this the training in hand-eye coordination that I required for my bar billiards career, and my obsession with statistics and record-keeping????
Come on now, be honest and be confessional!!!!!
