Quote: sootyj @ August 24 2008, 7:49 PM BSTBesides with euros being so much stronger then sterling you can probably afford to stick a Mercedes in yours.
Especially as I live where the little Mercedes come from. 
When I was looking for a hotel I always calculated with £1 = 1.5€, like I did for years. I was quite surprised when the final sum was 50 Euros less than I'd thought, because the exchange rate is at about £1 = 1.25€ now.
Quote: zooo @ August 24 2008, 7:48 PM BSTAw.
Secret Moses?
The only gifts Moses gave were horrible genocidal curses.
Not much of a fun bag nuh?
No one said they have to be fun.
Quote: zooo @ August 24 2008, 8:12 PM BSTNo one said they have to be fun.
Exactly... I won't tell you the plans I have for the bouncy ball...
My party guests mostly never got their party bags!
Anyway, I only ever had one party and CRIED when they wouldn't watch Dr Who. The ONLY episode I ever missed out of the first 4 incarnations! Aren't kids twats?
Those bastards!
Quote: Frankie Rage @ August 24 2008, 8:19 PM BSTMy party guests mostly never got their party bags!
Anyway, I only ever had one party and CRIED when they wouldn't watch Dr Who. The ONLY episode I ever missed out of the first 4 incarnations! Aren't kids twats?
I take it you have, over the years, tracked them down and killed them all?
He knows me so well!
My birthday parties were always a bit wild, when I was a kid. This was mainly down to the fact that I lived down at the dead-end of a really quiet avenue, which had another really quiet avenue on either side of it. Because there was never any traffic to worry about, and because there was grass and trees to play on, me and my sister treated the avenues like they were part of one giant garden.
When I'd have birthday parties, the minute the food was eaten, and we'd played Pass-the-parcel, or Musical Chairs, I'd lead all my guests outside, and we'd start running wild. The maddest year was my 9th birthday, when I lead some of my guests through the broken window of a massive old school, which was next to the third of the avenues, and had just closed down and was empty. As I think I've mentioned before, an alarm went off, when we were upstairs, in the science lab, and we got out just as the police arrived. Also, my sister, who is 2 years older than me, invited the best-looking girl from her year to the party, and she ended up giving 3 of my mates their first snog. I'm sure some of their parents stopped them coming to my 10th (and final) birthday party, the following year, due to their fear of me trying to top it, by playing strip poker with more of my sister's friends, or taking them to a neighbourhod dog fight.
When I was young they had this strange idea that people bought YOU presents for your birthday.
Quote: David Chapman @ August 24 2008, 9:23 PM BSTWhen I was young they had this strange idea that people bought YOU presents for your birthday.
Particulary shiny rocks? Twigs in the shape of woolly mammoths?
Quote: catskillz @ August 24 2008, 9:12 PM BSTMy birthday parties were always a bit wild, when I was a kid. This was mainly down to the fact that I lived down at the dead-end of a really quiet avenue, which had another really quiet avenue on either side of it. Because there was never any traffic to worry about, and because there was grass and trees to play on, me and my sister treated the avenues like they were part of one giant garden.
When I'd have birthday parties, the minute the food was eaten, and we'd played Pass-the-parcel, or Musical Chairs, I'd lead all my guests outside, and we'd start running wild. The maddest year was my 9th birthday, when I lead some of my guests through the broken window of a massive old school, which was next to the third of the avenues, and had just closed down and was empty. As I think I've mentioned before, an alarm went off, when we were upstairs, in the science lab, and we got out just as the police arrived. Also, my sister, who is 2 years older than me, invited the best-looking girl from her year to the party, and she ended up giving 3 of my mates their first snog. I'm sure some of their parents stopped them coming to my 10th (and final) birthday party, the following year, due to their fear of me trying to top it, by playing strip poker with more of my sister's friends, or taking them to a neighbourhod dog fight.
Sooo... When's your next Birthday?
Quote: catskillz @ August 24 2008, 9:12 PM BSTI'm sure some of their parents stopped them coming to my 10th (and final) birthday party, the following year, due to their fear of me trying to top it, by playing strip poker with more of my sister's friends, or taking them to a neighbourhod dog fight.
Quote: dannyjb1 @ August 24 2008, 9:26 PM BSTParticulary shiny rocks? Twigs in the shape of woolly mammoths?
Far too modern for David's liking. 
The party bags at the 4laughs bash were awesome. Kudos to the genius behind them.
