So, for those of you who think I deserve some sort of title for my powers of innuendo, you should watch this. It's a kid's TV programme. I used to watch it with Nicky, Danny, Sam and Rachel. I was a bit old for it when it started. But generations of kids in the UK grew up with Zippy, Bungle and George.
despite being told off today, we had a good day. Walked Sherlock to school, got home, went back to bed, then went for a jog around the park before heading up to Harrow for Mycroft's housemaster to tell me I should be ashamed of myself (I am) (sort of). And we got to see Mycroft briefly, in his uniform, looking really smart and grown up.
Today has been the perfect antidote to yesterday, which was...horrible. Watching the videos, seeing the pictures, reliving in minute detail every single step of what ultimately led to a death. Yeah. And I fell off the no-smoking wagon and had a cig with Fio. And I can't even pretend I didn't enjoy it. Fag and an espresso. It was like getting a big warm hug from an old friend. Except...well, once the guilt set in it was more like a punch in the face from your old worst enemy. But still. Bit late now, isn't it?
Our kitchen is fantastic. Still slightly scary that Mrs Holmes knows what we need/want before we do...but if this is the result, we can't complain.
Now, I must see how Danger's getting on writing his speech...
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...There is just no way that wasn't on purpose. Best plucker, ha.
I just don't understand how they didn't laugh. And I can keep a straight face with the best of them.
How did they keep a straight face for all of that? HOW? Twangers and plucking and banging, omfg.
Don't worry, Danger, you can play with my twanger. Or my balls, if you don't want to play with your own.
Just don't eat a banana near me in public for some considerable length of time.
I loved Rainbow as a child; Zippy was my favourite. My eyes literally looked like this: O_O as I was watching that as I was sure it wasn't that innuendo-laden! Reading the comments on YT it seems this segment was done for the crew, thank goodness! Slightly worried there I may have repressed memories of Zippy being filthy! ;-)
ha! I think kids TV back in the good old days was a little more risky than now. But what does it matter? You show that to a little kid and they wouldn't get it. Just like The Magic Roundabout didn't seem quite so completely inspired by drugs when we were small...
Yeah, it seems like the cast/crew did that to amuse themselves - still don't know how they didn't crack up doing it though!
So true, I'd have been off as soon as they got to the four-skin! ;-)
Bwahaha word verification was booskin!
I'd never have made it past the maracas.
Can't see the appeal of maracas. You can have my share, Danger. I'll stick to twangers.
(Obviously you can't have any now...what am I even saying??)
Bahahahahahaha!
(I don't think you had better wait for John's speech to be done to work on your own...)
(Don't tell John but I'm hoping one of the traffic boys has one pretty much pre-written that I can borrow. Shhhh.)
(Hm, what? I don't hear anything.)
I don't want any maracas!
You'll feel more comfortable doing the presentation if you write your own, you know.
Glad to hear it.
What was it you used to play? Oboe?
I will write my own. I just might base it heavily on theirs...they do them all the time! And they'll have slides. Or whatever slides are nowadays. digital thingies.
Heh. Clarinet. I was pretty terrible.
Right, I'm sure they'll have digital thingy projectors at Harrow.
Bet you weren't. I'm sure you showed early talent at blowing things.
Is there anything they don't have at Harrow?? (apart from wheelies.)
It wasn't the blowing that gave me problems, it was the tonguing.
No, they've got the complete set of everything, now that they've added a somewhat eccentric traffic safety course.
Is there anything they don't have at Harrow?? (apart from wheelies.)
Girls.
I was going to enquire about tonguing, but you seem quite talented at that, too. (And I don't know anything about wood wind, so didn't know if tonguing was actually a thing or not...and talking about you tonguing wood is just...)
I'm certain they must already have one of the traffic boys to give a talk. Maybe they just thought we'd be good examples of how not to turn out...
You could contact whoever runs Speed Awareness courses in London and steal their CD with all their videos. I work at a meetings venue and we host their courses and we've had delegates in tears before.
The delegates on those courses are funny though. Some march in proudly asking if it was the place for the naughty boys and girls. Others complain that they were "only doing 38" and some slink in and ask,
"Is this the place for Driving Awareness?"
To which we reply. "Oh SPEED awareness? Yes, that's here," just to let them know we know exactly what they're there for.
RR - I'll volunteer Danger for sex education too, shall I? Not sure they'd appreciate my views on it all, even if it is finally legal.
Trills - the traffic boys have all sorts of things from horrible crashes. I think I've been on just about every side of a crash you can have, so I'll just call upon that. Then let Danger explain about hearts ripping out and ribs stabbing lungs and all that.
Ha, do, Lestrade! I'm sure it would do 'em good.
Bye, all! There's only about 45 minutes 'til sunset and a dozen or more things to do, so I'm offline now. See you late Saturday/early Sunday, and have a great rest-of-the-week!
You could tell them all whatever you told Nicky. Seemed to put her right off it for a good few years!
I was trying to give her a complete balanced view of sex.
I didn't know she'd never even heard of S&M.
Greg - What you could also do is get your hands on some traffic statistics and do a "3 out of 10 people in this room are likely..." kind of thing.
Before prom weekend in high school (yep, American over here), our city hosted a mock DUI incident in the school parking lot complete with cops, paramedics, the whole works. The victims were our fellow classmates, "dead bodies" included. It was amatur acting, but it was enough to rattle me for a few days. Not saying that you should get something like that for this lecture, but maybe something with a similar emotional impact.
Onto more happier things... OMG, the video. The video. Just... *splutters and dies*
-A from NW
She was fourteen!
I'm agreeing with John here. I also would like to throw out the suggestion that any kind of The Talk be handled by John, especially when it comes to Mycroft and Sherlock.
-A from NW
Thanks A. I think the reason he wants it at all is that a few of their ex pupils have ended up driving sports cars up trees, so I probably will do something like that.
Danger - she could still have heard of it! Anyway, I was only telling her what some people like. Wasn't my fault it scared off everyone!
I'm more than happy for Danger to be doing any sort of Talk, don't you worry. I've done my bit for educating on that front.
I don't understand why any sane parent would give their teenager something designed to go that fast anyway.
They did do a study or something about kids at boarding schools, and how the parents buy them expensive stuff to make up for never seeing them. And I presume this is a continuation of that. Probably. Or the kids just get jobs on the stock market within a few months of leaving school and stick a Porsche on the platinum credit card or something.
the parents buy them expensive stuff to make up for never seeing them
I suppose I can understand that. If they feel like they can't go and see them.
Whatever I say will probably say bad.
Anyway, we'll combine to try and scare them off the supercars and make them drive nice safe cars. Under the speed limit. Not that I can really take any moral high ground on safety or speeding.
Probably say bad?
Right, Volvos for everyone. Although, yes, we're neither of us precisely ideal choices for this.
i'm not even sure what I was trying to make that sentence say. probably sound bad, maybe?
No. Well, I mean, at least we've been there. We're not lecturing about stuff we don't know anything about.
Or something. I'm tired. and my feet need warming up again.
I think I can help you with that.
:)
See you, you yelp and grumble, but you still offer to help my freezing extremeties. true love, that
Well, you do let me pluck your twanger, so it's only fair.
You just be careful what you're plucking...
why'm I so tired? I definitely think it's your fault.
The trick will be getting a room full of entitled rich boys to realise they aren't as good as they think they are.
They'll all be thinking "not me, I will be really good at driving".
I think you are better off to forget the scare idea. Instead tell them how to survive.
Things like looking far enough ahead, anticipation, reading other road users, how slower but steady beats speed then brake, slow in and fast out, head checks...
Most new drivers focus on the physical skills then think they know it all.
Get them focused on observation and thinking about what's going on. Maybe give them that nasty little "describe" job... A movie from the driver's point of view and they have to describe everything they see that's relevant in real time.
So every possible hazard in view, plus what the cars ahead are doing or about to do. (easier than doing in a car when you have to mention you are changing gear or braking too as well as your route.)
But you'd need to practice it too!
After this morning, that might actually be my fault. Unlike everything else. Especially your wheelies.
All your fault.
Told you earlier, was just thinking of you and it popped up.
I hope that doesn't happen too often in public. You ought to consult a doctor.
I consult you, but you don't help. Just the thought of you makes it worse, in fact...
Oh dear, a serious case...
chronic.
It's 'acute Danger syndrome'. Heh.
And now I know you want it to pop up it's making it worse.
I definitely need to be taken to bed and you can see what you can do to cure me...or at least bring me temporary relief from symptoms.
I think bed rest is definitely indicated at this point, yeah. Come on.
bed rest?
Why don't I believe that?
Hey all! Sorry I haven't been around much. My time in New Orleans is unfortunately coming to an end, but on the positive side it does mean that I'll have consistent Internet access. ($13 a day for Internet, my lily white behind! I have better things to spend my money on.)
Good on you for doing the driving safety bit, L. I did pretty well on my driving test, and then got in a crash 6 days after I got my license (it was about half my fault-- we both should have been paying more attention, but I wasn't doing anything egregiously stupid). I was fine, but the car did a 180, the back window broke, and they though that the chassis was warped because the car got hit so hard. So yeah, most teenagers are morons, and you should impress that upon them (Mycroft, I'm sure you're an exception, but driving makes everyone a little stupid. Just ask L).
I hope that everything's going well for you, Mycroft. I know that I would be very impressed if one of my friend's guardians had done a wheelie on school property, after bringing us cake. Though I'm sure you're doing fine on your own merits.
John, Lestrade, I hope you enjoy your evening...
Argh! RAINBOW! I loved that show but Bungle used to scare the absolute crap out of me D:
For your enjoyment:
"The Pheasant Plucker" courtesy of BBC4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m09eEgy2Zhk
Just to warn the population of London -
It's so bloody cold today, I shall be wearing leather all over. Jeans just aren't warm enough.
Right, so, that's my happy childhood memories soiled by smut and innuendo. Thanks :-p
And I'm glad you're finally realising that you need to give people a health warning when you're wandering around in leather, DI GQMF.
Ha, happy to help.
I think most middle aged men should issue a warning when they wear leather. It's not a pleasant sight.
Although Danger's most recent post title did worry me rather a lot when I first saw it...
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