Fog, The
Book by James Herbert and most peoples first experience of breathing takingly, eye poppingly, gobsmackingly, hardcore pornography. (If you are 11)
Fog, The could be read in public with total impunity, as it’s cover in no way belied the graphic, frank depictions of adult lovemaking that could be found within.
The only problem with Fog, The was Herbert’s use of sex as metaphor. Herbert explores the idea of sex as celebration of life, with death as the great disclosure, revealing the lonliness and horror of life’s seedy underbelly with the literary device of contrast. ("In the midst of life we are in death", and so on.) To demonstrate life’s rich tapestry of light and dark, pleasures and woes, sex is used to throw death into sharp relief, and vice versa.
This means that just as a sex scene was getting to the really filthy bit, the character would chop off their own cock with a pair of gardening shears, or throw themselves into the sea on top of a load of corpses after a big lezzing session.
Most psychosexual dsyfuntions can be attributed to early childhood exposure to Fog, The.
(See also: American Psycho, Judy Blume’s Forever)
Book by James Herbert and most peoples first experience of breathing takingly, eye poppingly, gobsmackingly, hardcore pornography. (If you are 11)
Fog, The could be read in public with total impunity, as it’s cover in no way belied the graphic, frank depictions of adult lovemaking that could be found within.
The only problem with Fog, The was Herbert’s use of sex as metaphor. Herbert explores the idea of sex as celebration of life, with death as the great disclosure, revealing the lonliness and horror of life’s seedy underbelly with the literary device of contrast. ("In the midst of life we are in death", and so on.) To demonstrate life’s rich tapestry of light and dark, pleasures and woes, sex is used to throw death into sharp relief, and vice versa.
This means that just as a sex scene was getting to the really filthy bit, the character would chop off their own cock with a pair of gardening shears, or throw themselves into the sea on top of a load of corpses after a big lezzing session.
Most psychosexual dsyfuntions can be attributed to early childhood exposure to Fog, The.
(See also: American Psycho, Judy Blume’s Forever)
And of course, Philosophy student gets the question "Why?", and answers "why not?".
Again, clearly a big stinking supergay lie.
Again, clearly a big stinking supergay lie.
Twat, somewhat less convincingly, can be used to mean a pregnant goldfish. An insult that is in common use in Egypt, along with "may the fleas of a thousand camels infest your armpits".
A gentle, quasi-insult from more innocent days, when climbing up a thing just to get to the top of it was the giddiest of thrills. "I’m the King of the castle/and you’re the dirty rascal!" you’d shout from the top to your fellow climbee, and genuinely, you couldn’t have felt king-ier if you tried. Try calling someone a "dirty rascal" these days and seeing where it gets you.
Interestingly, even girls shouted "KING of the castle". Presumably it’s not considered a very queenly thing to do, climbing stuff, though HRH would probably be more popular if she did occasionally tuck her skirt in her pants and got a boostie up the side of a bus shelter.
Interestingly, even girls shouted "KING of the castle". Presumably it’s not considered a very queenly thing to do, climbing stuff, though HRH would probably be more popular if she did occasionally tuck her skirt in her pants and got a boostie up the side of a bus shelter.
A religious alternative to crossing the streams.
Similar to Revels Russian Roulette. Find some kid who's allergic to peanuts, and offer him Revel. He has a 1 in 6 chance of it containing a peanut. Even more fun if your victim doesn't realise that those sweets you're genourously offering are Revels.
Interestingly, revels nicked this game and turned it into a 'deer hunter' spoof advert. Only the 'fatal' revel was a coffee one. Cowards.
Interestingly, revels nicked this game and turned it into a 'deer hunter' spoof advert. Only the 'fatal' revel was a coffee one. Cowards.
They sought him here, they sought him there but the phantom shitter was always one step ahead of the posse.
It began in the October I think, the location was a horticultural college in Kent. The modu operandi varied but the result was always the same. The shock discovery of a turd in places where you really didn't want to make such a discovery. The first discovery was made in an empty bath (on reflection I think this is worse than a full bath)in one of the girls' bathrooms. The choice of this target was inspired, the outrage and gossip the act generated already meant that the Phantom Shitter had attained legendary status. The folowing months were to cement his (or her) place in history.
Over the next few months turds began appearing at random times and in random locations. Often they were contained in a tupperware container, or they were left on a deliberately cleared surface (so to heighten the aesthetic impact one would suspect). The actions stopped in as sudden manner as they started. The strtange thing is that once it stopped, we all missed the anticipation of the next discovery. And no, it was not I and we never did discover who it was. The Phantom Shitter, will however be a part of all of those who experienced it forever. Today, I see it as a kind of performance art.
It began in the October I think, the location was a horticultural college in Kent. The modu operandi varied but the result was always the same. The shock discovery of a turd in places where you really didn't want to make such a discovery. The first discovery was made in an empty bath (on reflection I think this is worse than a full bath)in one of the girls' bathrooms. The choice of this target was inspired, the outrage and gossip the act generated already meant that the Phantom Shitter had attained legendary status. The folowing months were to cement his (or her) place in history.
Over the next few months turds began appearing at random times and in random locations. Often they were contained in a tupperware container, or they were left on a deliberately cleared surface (so to heighten the aesthetic impact one would suspect). The actions stopped in as sudden manner as they started. The strtange thing is that once it stopped, we all missed the anticipation of the next discovery. And no, it was not I and we never did discover who it was. The Phantom Shitter, will however be a part of all of those who experienced it forever. Today, I see it as a kind of performance art.
Another story-generating game involves getting someone to try to tie a strand of her own hair in a knot with just one hand. While they try, you write down their exclamations of triumph, frustration or intense concentration: "It's so HARD!" "Why am I doing this again?" "I almost got it!" "Arrrrgh." and the like. These are then read back aloud as "what she said last night while having sex".
(never, never break friends/if you do/you'll catch the flu/and that will be the end of you.)
So we all know this one, but interestingly enough, the popular comedian Adam Bloom genuinely believes he invented this rhyme, in a playground in Richmond in 1977. No one else knew it before he invented it, and he will accept no argument to the contrary.
So we all know this one, but interestingly enough, the popular comedian Adam Bloom genuinely believes he invented this rhyme, in a playground in Richmond in 1977. No one else knew it before he invented it, and he will accept no argument to the contrary.
During our production of 'African Jigsaw', it was not uncommon for assemblies to be gently interrupted by scarily-realistic papier-mache zebra heads peering inquisitively around the curtain.