My Life.

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danger

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I wouldn't really class myself as that "abnormal" 20% of the population will suffer from clinical depression at some point... I wouldn't change a thing either I feel emotionally stronger for the experience.... and I wasn't actually bullied at primary school, just didn't really fit in..

I live a pretty normal teenage life I have a load of great friends and do plenty of drinking / experimentation with soft drugs [especially valium :D].

Can you really define anyone as "normal?" .... lol it becomes philosphical
 
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Damini

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Bodhi looks like Ainslie from Fame Academy. With a hint of Everett.



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FatBusinessman

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Originally posted by ^Danger
Can you really define anyone as "normal?" .... lol it becomes philosphical
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I'm normal!

*grins manically*
 
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Wij

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Originally posted by Damini
My sister is a rather attractive student of zoology who has decided she rather likes people of the same gender.
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Anyway, born just outside York Dec 19th 1972 (guess how long till I'm 30.)

Lived in Selby with Mum, Dad and older brother until I left to go to Sheffield Uni (the proper one.)

Did very little work at school/college/uni. Got 9 GCSEs at A/B/C, an A and 2 Bs at A-Level and a 2-2 in my philosophy degree. Could have beeen higher but I forgot to do my dissertation.

Was reasonably popular at school due to being a cheeky little git. Had lots of friends.

Started going to pubs at about 16 and experimented with pretty much every drug going but only really did too much of acid. Have far too many weird experiences due to LSD. Don't do drugs no more. No big reason. Just prefer lager.

Had fantastic time at Uni and hardly went to any lectures. 3 years drinking and shopping at Netto.

After Uni I got a job doing Computer Programming for the Halifax. Still doing it.

Started seeing our lass nearly two years ago. She moved in 2 months ago.

Apart from the usual Grandparents dying and my parents divorcing when I was at Uni, life has been pretty schweet.
 
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~Lazarus~

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saw a lot of mentions of "chaning my life" in this thread.

Would I live my life over again - differently.

In a way - your too bloody right I would. Lots of things happened which arent going to be written.

In the other way - NO. If I lived life differentl, made different decisions then I wouldnt have met the wife I have and have the kids I have.

So - live your life. You dont get another.





(unless you are me and get resurrected :) )
 
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S-Gray

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If i could go back in time i would and change everything about my life.

But if i did that, then there maybe a chance i never meet the person who has changed my life now
 
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Will

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I suppose I can share a few interesting facts.

Born in rural Perthshire (Abernethy and then Dunkeld), move to the big city of Edinburgh at...about 10ish years old.

Went to school, did really well, went to Uni in Glasgow, didn't

Got a job at a post office in Glasgow, took a lot of drugs at the weekends, had two armed in 3 days about 6 months into working there.

Got new job in Edinburgh. Its pretty good, but I wish they'd pay me more.
 
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~Lazarus~

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Originally posted by Super_Gray[SG]
then there maybe a chance i never meet the person who has changed my life now
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Dont worry matey - God is there for everyone.



(missed your chance Itchy - ermm I mean Will.)
 
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Will

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Bah, my definition of God is way way way removed from the norm. Its so far out, I'd have been burned for heresy in the distant past.
 
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Will

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It does have a strong element of Wicca in it, that is true.
 
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Testin da Cable

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umm what was it again...?

oh yeah...surviving 30 minutes inundation meant you weren't a witch. :(
 
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Will

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They threw you in a lake whilst bound with rope. If you sank, you were pure and went to heaven. If you floated, the devil had stepped in to save you, and you were burnt at the stake.

Bit of a Catch 22 there.
 
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Testin da Cable

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ah yes that's the one. I remembered it had something to do with water. what was that stuff about being suspended above water then? having a vivid mindpic of something I read somewhere.
suspention and...chickens?
 
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wolfeeh

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will

are you the playa formally known as itchy? with the PA?
 
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Will

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Re: will

Originally posted by wolfeeh
are you the playa formally known as itchy? with the PA?
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That's me.

I can't remember the suspension thing. Here in Scotland we were more brutal than most. I think the last witch burnt at the stake in the UK was done in Edinburgh, let alone all the execution stories.
 
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Testin da Cable

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heh I think I'm mixing vampires and witches now. nm :)
 
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~Lazarus~

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Re: Re: will

Originally posted by Will.
That's me.

I can't remember the suspension thing. Here in Scotland we were more brutal than most. I think the last witch burnt at the stake in the UK was done in Edinburgh, let alone all the execution stories.
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There is a restaurant in Edinburgh called "The Witchery" up the back of the castle. This was built on the place that they normally burnt witches at the stake.

As the other story goes, if you were accused of being a witch, they crammed you in a barrel and rolled you down a steep, cobbled street until the barrel SMASHED against the wall at the bottom. If you died you werent a witch. If you lived, you got burnt.



)p.s.( if you go to the Witchery, DONT order the Goats Cheese starters. :puke:
 
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nath

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Originally posted by Testin da Cable
suspention and...chickens?
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Now lets not be silly, chucking a woman in to water to see if she is a witch would kill her if she is not, so there must be another way!

Witches float. why? because their light. What else floats, "a duck!" YES a duck!, therefor, if the woman weighs the same as this duck, she is a witch.

(or something along those lines from monty python and the holy grail)
 
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Will

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I always liked the story of the man that was hung, pronunced dead, and carted away over the cobbles. The jolting of the cobbles restarted his heart, and since the sentance is hung from the neck until dead, and he had been declared dead, he was allowed to go home.

Lucky bastard.
 
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Testin da Cable

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ah well. they got the sharp end of the stick at any rate.

confess to crime X and we will kill you! if you don't we will torture you till you do it anyway and then we'll kill you! either way you're screwed! buy microsoft!
 
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granny

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Heh I'll try dragging (kick and screaming no doubt) back on topic with a short rendition of my life story :)

Born in 1969 in Ealing, London, to my parents Janet and Gerry who, being riders on the last crest of hippydom decided to name me Sam after (they claim) Sam Gamgee of LotR fame. Which is why my dad to this day still calls me Samwise. He also calls me Wombat sometimes too but we won't go there. Anyway life was great for a few years, most of it filled with breasts the size of my head and then we moved to Ipswich where my dad started his teaching career (he'd been a milkman before).

Ipswich sucked in the 70's, crappy place, so we only stayed there a year before moving to a microscopic village called Campsea Ash deeper into the deepest deep bits of Suffolk, a land of cows and sugar-beet and pheasants and not a lot else.

Time passed for a few years, I grew up a bit, did the usual things that kids do and some unusual ones too like weeing on an electric cattle fence once - a trick you only do once let me assure you. I also got involved in playing some Dungeon's and Dragons for a few years which fitted nicely with the "swotty geeky weedy" image I seemed to be developing.

Parents underwent a nasty, messy divorce when I was about 13 which culminated in my mum attempting suicide and coming within a hair's breadth of succeeding and so her and me and my younger brother all moved down to Brighton, fresh start and all that. I settled into Brighton quite well but having left all my friends several hundred miles away I retreated into a safe little group of role-players (good easy way to make a few friends fast) where I stayed throughout 'O' and 'A' levels and even though I was always the least swotty geeky weedy of the lot it was still a major part of my life :p

Saved from myself by going to study Genetics at Leeds Uni where I had some of the best 3 years of my life, generally involving getting a life :) Got into photography, music, drink, drugs, girls, hiking, all sorts and thoroughly enjoyed myself. Left Uni in 1991 with a degree and slap in the middle of a Tory funding crisis and no jobs whatsoever. Over a 3 month period of unemployment applied for 100 jobs and got the 100th, working in London doing research into mouse ovary development.

Had a difficult year in London adjusting to Real Life after the heady swirl that was student life and also finding it took me longer than I expected to find my feet in London, but had some superb friends and started getting the hang of it after about a year at which point the job unexpectedly moved up to Glasgow.

That was the point at which my political views, which had always been very strong, really developed and I became involved in the Socialist Workers Party very heavily - for a couple of years to the extent that it took up most of my waking life. Very good couple of years though, if hard work and a bit risky at times :) The SWP was where I also met Katrina, who ended up becoming my wife about 3 months after I left Glasgow to work in Nottingham.

Hmmm this is getting rather long... OK, suffice to say Katrina moved down from Glasgow to live with me sometime in about 1995 and we were together for about 6 years before we ended up getting married. During this time she did a post-graduate course in careers guidance and finally got a careers advisor job in Nottingham. We moved to Derby after I got made redundant and the re-employed in Derby, I learned to drive and we bought a house because she hated Derby so much and then finally, after finding that she couldn't progress in her career any further in the midlands we seperated and she moved back to Scotland about 8 months ago.

So, now in the process of rebuilding a life for myself, back in Derby now and adjusting to being single again :) Didn't mean that to go on so long, sorry :p
 
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Tom

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I've made plenty of mistakes, but no way would I change my life.

Well


I wouldn't mind some plastic surgery to correct teh ugliness!
 
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Tom

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Originally posted by Will.
They threw you in a lake whilst bound with rope. If you sank, you were pure and went to heaven. If you floated, the devil had stepped in to save you, and you were burnt at the stake.

Bit of a Catch 22 there.
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No, no, no, that's all wrong. If you weigh the same as a duck, then you're made out of wood. And that means.......
 
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