I didn’t think they had comprehensives when you were a lad. Bet you’re a grammar school boy! Fry and I are very much the same age, and thus went to prep and public schools at much the same time. My school even used to play his school at cricket. So, when I read of all the kissing and smooching, and holding and fondling, and being lined up behind the bike sheds and vaselined prior to entry, I was left reflecting on how incredibly dull my schools had been. The best I could manage was being invited up into the girls’ dormitory in the girls’ house by a girl who’s name I still remember after all these years and given a big snog. Could have been expelled if we’d been caught.
You’re marginally my senior, as is Fry; not by so much as I’d have fagged for either of you. And a comprehensive it was, tho’ the posher end of a two-site school and one that had been a grammar until not too long before (the erstwhile City of Bath Boys’ School ).
Next to no girls though. We had a minute intake into the sixth form by the time I got there. It was generally considered infra dig. to make a beeline for the three or four girls there were in the entire school, though. I believe it’s fully co-ed these days, not that I’ve been back for a look in the better part of thirty years.
Garbage You’ve Just Paid About $30 For , by me.
My Life In A Nutshell by Shirley Ujest.Cassaroles for the Dead is an awesome title.
PapSett
October 5, 2005, 12:34pm
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Shades Of Grey by PapSett (An old song by the Monkees)
subtitled “A lifetime of Fighting Depression”
Where the hell did that come from? by Madd Maxx
Twelve Thousand, Five Hundred and Thirty Seven Pages of Pointless Rambling by NE Texan
Another vote for this one. It’s funny and memorable, the sort of thing that makes you want to buy it, read it, then give copies of it as gifts. I want to read this book right now.
Toothpick or French Fry: Choose Your Weapon or Trips to Wal-Mart with Igor .
“Nobody gets out of here alive.”
Unfortunately, already taken.
One other thought
If You’re So Smart, Why Don’t You Write a Book?: A Memoir Written to Spite My Mother
Based on my RL name,Quite Contrary
(grumbles about people who think they’re SO clever :rolleyes: )
Based on my pen name,(i’m the cute one)
Sampiro:
I’m currently working on a book that’s a collection of autobiographical essays and short stories set between 1972 and 1986 (with flashbacks from the 19th century to the present as relayed by old relatives). The working title is just Spinning in the Sunlight & other recollections but I’m hoping for something pithier. Things I’ve considered:
It’s a Southern Thing (Not Really, but that’s What We Tell Ourselves)
Casseroles for the Dead (from a comment of my mothers- “Mr. Kirby from the Presbyterian Church died in a wreck last night so I’m taking him a casserole.”
The Eunuch’s Grandson: Memoirs of a Stick Collector
The Absolute Definitive Secret History of Weokahatchee, AL, as Told to the Author the People Who Vaguely Remembered It
Other Families Just Don’t Do This (the suggestion of a Doper in the thread that contains very very rough drafts of a couple of the sections I’m using)
So far nothing has really leaped out and said “Pick me! Pick me!”, but hopefully it’ll come. For the cover I’d like four lynched Best-of-the-West figures in a cardboard box (from, of course, one of the stories).
My god, they’re all brilliant!
Tibby
October 6, 2005, 2:17am
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The Bible
