bogwitch

Oh, good list! Maybe you should have had foxhunting Tories...

Should I ask what's the beef with Asda?

ASDA, ASDA, ADSA... I why do I hate thee?

Well, both the boyfriend and I used to work for them (not at the same time, he was post-Walmart), and we can say that they treat their staff like absolute dirt. It was my first job and I didn't know any different. They also screwed me out of a load of money when I left.

On the plus side, foxhunters are almost all tories, so they and Mrs Thatch also get covered in shit, which works for me.

Makes a great tree-for-one deal, doesn't it?

Actually being trapped in ice sounds a far too nice a fate for that (insert very, very rude word of choice 'coz I can't think of one bad enough).

You know how people say they remember exactly what they were doing at certain momentous occasions in history - the day Kennedy died, the first moonlanding and so forth? Well, I remember clearly the day the witch left office. I was sitting in a lecture being given by an eminent doctor when someone came in and whispered to our Prof who was sitting in the audience. A wave of whispering started up which spread around the whole lecture theatre, getting steadily louder until the poor guy speaking had to stop and ask WTF was going on. Now, he was an American, who then proceeded to give us a little spiel about what a wonderful woman she was, and how sad we must all be to see her so ignominiously kicked from office. In deference to our Prof (a personal friend of Mrs T - what can I say? He paid my wages) we kept quiet. But once we got back to the lab... My best mate rang and all she could do for a good ten minutes was fall about with hysterical laughter. Jeez we got drunk that night!

Yes, a pall was lifted from the country that day. Can't say I remember what I was doing. I do remember Black Wednesday though.