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Originally Posted by corduroyboy
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My poor lonely childhood. Plenty of McDonalds' though, and a stack of Beanos for company. "Oh ZX Spectrum, you'll never ditch me for the cooler kids and slag my family off like that GERMAN EXCHANGE STUDENT BASTARD FROM THE ARMY HOUSES ROUND THE CORNER will you?" *hug*
Actually. Much discomfort probably hugging a Spectrum. Jaggy.
One time, these kids I considered my "friends" from my little kind of Barratt's 80s housing "SOLUTION" of a few dozen semis, well.. I'd just got back from being on holiday to WALES and I had bought a magic set with my holiday money and I went round to show them and they threw bits of it down a drain (cundee if you will). 
That is one moment I always remember when I hear that true cliche "Kids can be so cruel, eh?" |
This brings to mind a really good childhood memory actually.
After you finished a jotter at my primary school, you got to take it home to show your parents. Anyway these two boys took it off me on the way home and put it down a drain. I cried, and went home. My gran was staying with me that week because my parents were on holiday and i told her the story. She said that i should have just punched them.
So the next day i am at school and i spread it round that i am going to punch James Balfour (the one that actually put it down the drain) in the face. Rather than the situation fizzling out as usual, I left school and a huge crowd af people formed, probably about thirty children and i chased him down, tripped him up, sat oh him in that way where you pin him with your knees and beat him until he bled. I was the champion of the world and when his mum complained to my gran, she said that she should take her son into the back garden and give him boxing lessons.