There really is no need to be scared of munches. Honestly. It's just a bunch of people (half of whom don't know each other either) having a drink, a chat, and a laugh. All nervousness will vanish within five minutes.
Even I think think they're fun, despite my extreme pubphobia.
If you'll wait there just a couple of seconds... I'm just making a quick trip to the freezer.
Why stop at a double? I've noticed that the bar here is stocked with those wonderful never-emptying bottles of every drink there is. And all hangover-free. I don't know how they do it.
So - five quads, was it?
There's no need for a cold shower. If you need to cool down, there must be a photo of me around somewhere...
It's time I got back into attending the occasional social or munch. There's far too many people here who I've never met. Count me in.
I must be using the wrong brand of Worcester sauce.
Ooh! Fish finger butties. I haven't had one of those for so long.
One post for each boob, eh Sparky? :-)
As far as I'm concerned, the perfect size is anything that isn't too far out of proportion with the rest of the body. That isn't much of an answer, I know. It's just not something that's very important. Whatever size you've got is almost certainly the perfect size for you.
Goal? There was a goal? Sorry, my attention was distracted away from the ball for a moment.
I hate to be the one to break it to you... well, no, that's not true. I have a big dictionary and delight in occasions to use it.
"Hide" is from Old English (aka Anglo Saxon). You can conceal Mr Wobbly's helmet if you like.
Dock is Germanic, but doesn't enter English until well after the Normans. Cosmonaut is Greek via Russian. So you're OK with that.
Anyone for some horizontal jogging?
Happy birthday! I'm sorry I missed it. Perhaps I'd better keep my distance until the urge to Slap has passed. I trust you had a good time - in that company anything less than a great time would be difficult.
It could be that she enjoys the fantasy, but doesn't want it to become real. There's a lot of things I enjoy fantasising about, but would never (never say never, John) have the courage to do. Some things make a good fantasy but a disasterous reality.
If I was capable of following my own advice, I'd talk with her about the things she enjoys (and is willing to talk about), rather than the things she's not interested in. Over time the list might grow longer, as she gains confidence.
Or I could be talking bollocks.
You don't like rugby? There must be a female football team near you somewhere. Why don't you invite them over one weekend?
That's a tough one. If you're at all worried that he won't like the idea, you shouldn't try to force it on him. All you have to do is find yourself another man who won't mind. Someone like ... umm ... gosh, it's so hard to find a man like that these days. I suppose I could do it for you.
Worth a try, wasn't it?
I forgot to take the first test. 388 for me. I'm not sure I'm qualified to be on this site at all. I've got a LOT of catching up to do.
I'm very impressed with the 20%, by the way.
And I thought the people around here had no taste in Christmas lights. Can you imagine living next to that?
No... can't be that. He hasn't been nearly naughty enough. Yet.
Ooh, I do love a good totally unfounded rumour. So what do you think she wants him for?
I'll be on my own this Christmas. To be honest, I'm happy about that. It'll be a great chance to stop, do as little as possible, and get some well needed rest.
We're supposed to submit leave requests?
Oh.
Oh dear.
I'm in trouble now. How long has it been since I was last properly here? Perhaps I'll be lucky and no one will recognise me. I'll pretend to be new.
I was in one of these programmes when I was a youngster. The one in primary school was good: very stimulating. Bright kids get bored quickly if they're kept at the pace of the rest of the class, which can lead to all sorts of problems.
High school was mixed. They put us through an accelerated maths and science course, which was great. We were lucky in keeping the same excellent (and inspiring) maths teacher for the whole time.
But they accelerated the humanities too. By the end of it I was officially illiterate (at least as far as university entrance requirements were concerned). It took another decade before I understood literature.
They also had us all in one class, not mixing with the other kids in the school. That was a disaster for my already weak social skills.
That was a long time ago, in another country. I hope things are different here and now.
Time to visit . I'm not on it (yet, probably never), but I enjoy reading the inspirational things that other people post. OK, and it's a good way to kill a few minutes at work.