tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post3919323737639839135..comments2023-08-17T11:47:11.821+01:00Comments on James and the Blue Cat: The Nose Scar - a Tale of Destiny.James Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16604261370633794445noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-36649583234301832732007-02-20T15:07:00.000+00:002007-02-20T15:07:00.000+00:00Hehe, thanks Orb! I scarred my brother once...scra...Hehe, thanks Orb! I scarred my brother once...scratched him on the cheek when I was about 6...I was very proud actually, big achievement for a 6 year old!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-45397785184076436222007-02-20T13:22:00.000+00:002007-02-20T13:22:00.000+00:00I must have led a sheltered life as a child as I h...I must have led a sheltered life as a child as I have no interesting obtained scars, although I did break my finger whilst at a Karate lesson, does that count?baggiebirdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11882346997738830282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-63717704733219359672007-02-19T14:50:00.000+00:002007-02-19T14:50:00.000+00:00It's alright, Helen. I came on here today with abs...It's alright, Helen. I came on here today with absolutely no intention of mentioning Edgar Wright, so you and I cancel each other out and the universal balance of freaky coincidentality is restored.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-21293085686250721162007-02-18T19:45:00.000+00:002007-02-18T19:45:00.000+00:00cello, I am slightly scared now, I have just come ...cello, I am slightly scared now, I have just come on to post exactly the same thing about Edgar Wright...*slowly moves away from the computer*Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-21287947720348295132007-02-18T18:19:00.000+00:002007-02-18T18:19:00.000+00:00Tellies are well dangerous. Luckily, thanks to rem...Tellies are well dangerous. Luckily, thanks to remote controls, we rarely have to get up close with them these days.Billyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17841187654606981532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-80753852404790511952007-02-18T16:41:00.000+00:002007-02-18T16:41:00.000+00:00I can remember being 4 years old and reading in Th...I can remember being 4 years old and reading in The Times about Trade Union leader Vic Feather breaking his ankle. Freaked out the teachers when I went to school able to read newspapers and the other kids were on Janet and John. Didn't do the playground politics though. It put me off politics for life, that early experience.llewtrahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06056744147599140057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-33177292503626305152007-02-18T15:38:00.000+00:002007-02-18T15:38:00.000+00:00James, I believe you are what the kids call hardco...James, I believe you are what the kids call hardcore.<BR/><BR/>My only scar-of-note goes across two fingers where I managed to slice myself instead of onions on my first day as a KP in a pub.Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14541090959910480802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-7861375559931647292007-02-18T13:26:00.000+00:002007-02-18T13:26:00.000+00:00Hmm, he's worryingly a lot younger than me. I'll b...Hmm, he's worryingly a lot younger than me. I'll be sure to ask him, if I ever bump into him though.James Henryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16604261370633794445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-42010043989438006282007-02-18T13:05:00.000+00:002007-02-18T13:05:00.000+00:00As opposed to your long-lost twin sister, of cours...As opposed to your long-lost twin sister, of course, before you comment.cellohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17061833787120469657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-63216334377157802542007-02-18T13:03:00.000+00:002007-02-18T13:03:00.000+00:00Is Edgar Wright your long-lost twin brother by the...Is Edgar Wright your long-lost twin brother by the way, James? No nose-scar though.cellohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17061833787120469657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-21812906907717184532007-02-18T12:42:00.000+00:002007-02-18T12:42:00.000+00:00I have a teeny nose scar too - mine was from being...I have a teeny nose scar too - mine was from being smacked in the face with a clipboard.<BR/><BR/>My mate only meant to pretend to do it but it was bendier than he thought. That old chestnut...<BR/><BR/>Never been electricuted though, unless you count the highly charged handle of my mum's old car that used to shock me everytime I touched it. It was evil!Newbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00049000568700924125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-6717807785219066672007-02-18T00:20:00.000+00:002007-02-18T00:20:00.000+00:00All this talk of electric shocks. Just yesterday I...All this talk of electric shocks. Just yesterday I was attaching a splitter to my TV aerial and managed to give myself three shocks in under a minute. In the end I decided I should probably take the cable out of the wallsocket before continuing.Lucyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16046506840254371431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-56961565077343765362007-02-17T23:39:00.000+00:002007-02-17T23:39:00.000+00:00I preferred the Twins at St Clares to Malory Tower...I preferred the Twins at St Clares to Malory Towers. Same format, but I think I preferred it as the characters were a bit more scamp-like. They were never downright <I>naughty</I> of course, but they came quite close. <BR/>Also I didn't like the main character, Darrell, as a boy across the road's cockney dad was called Darrell, and so Darrell being female just didn't quite ring true with my eight year old self.<BR/><BR/>I wish I had an interesting scar.<BR/>All I have is a highly mysterious blue-black dot about half a centimetre in diameter that my doctor insists is not a mole and can ONLY be either a tattooed ink blot or a mark from being stabbed with a biro really hard. <BR/>But its not either of those things, and the odd thing is that I've had it almost forever but wasn't born with it. I have no exciting tales of grapples with biros (or tattoo artists) to match your fight with the TV. My parents vehemently deny attempting to brand me at a young age, but I for one cant see any other explanation.wetnailvarnishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03699328447645389061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-39929203879442001352007-02-17T22:49:00.000+00:002007-02-17T22:49:00.000+00:00Cello: probably. Although I don't remember there b...Cello: probably. Although I don't remember there being an advertising moment taking place, but then I was encouraged not to watch ITV (because it had adverts).<BR/><BR/>Everyone else: yes!James Henryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16604261370633794445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-2674007352200472832007-02-17T22:24:00.000+00:002007-02-17T22:24:00.000+00:00Maybe its down to what you buy!! What do you buy a...Maybe its down to what you buy!! What do you buy and and are you happy??/ DECIDe with my poll............... <BR/>SHOPPERS OF THE WORLD UNITE!!!! LET YOUR OPINIONS KNOWN!!!!<BR/>I will not do a direct link out of respect. NICe blogAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-70656111543596591642007-02-17T21:50:00.000+00:002007-02-17T21:50:00.000+00:00I shouldn't remember Malory Towers. Damn my gran's...I shouldn't remember Malory Towers. Damn my gran's love of second-hand books. She's aged me considerably before my time.<BR/><BR/>It was read them, or lie staring at the ceiling until I went to sleep. My gran's house didn't have a computer. Or cable.<BR/><BR/>I don't understand the concept of homes without computers or Telewest. Experiences I HAVE had, like sleeping at Gran's house have forced me to read Enid Blyton.<BR/><BR/>*shudder*Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14698297308727219567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-26734835042706677312007-02-17T15:43:00.000+00:002007-02-17T15:43:00.000+00:00Do you think we can trace yourlove-hate relationsh...Do you think we can trace yourlove-hate relationship with TV back to this moment? And was an ad playing at the moment of impact?cellohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17061833787120469657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-33044953290037294922007-02-17T14:24:00.000+00:002007-02-17T14:24:00.000+00:00I worked in a bookshop for five years.I worked in a bookshop for five years.James Henryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16604261370633794445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-5960677739337019762007-02-17T14:16:00.000+00:002007-02-17T14:16:00.000+00:00Yes, but how do you know about Malory Towers?Yes, but how do <I>you</I> know about Malory Towers?Mangonelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05674752753786940378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-9111449423993692552007-02-17T14:12:00.000+00:002007-02-17T14:12:00.000+00:00I remember realising my parents were far from perf...I remember realising my parents were far from perfect and not always in control of things when my mother electrocuted herself by picking up a kettle that had been drenched in water.*<BR/><BR/>My older sister flicked off the electricity and said to my mother, in her most parental voice, <I>"Silly..."</I>.<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>* To be fair, I think the water was because we were having a family water fight indoors.Bozhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02065257907482952779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-21923919220711814692007-02-17T14:00:00.000+00:002007-02-17T14:00:00.000+00:00When I was 7, I was bored of the back alley that p...When I was 7, I was bored of the back alley that provided the usual entertainment after school. So my friend and I decided that we would pretend to be snowwomen, as it hadn't snowed for quite some time. Not content with the white outfits, we stripped off and found the huge tub of Sudocreme in the bathroom and covered ourselves from head to toe. <BR/>My friends Mum found us standing motionless in her bedroom as snowwomen and scooped us up and put us in the bath. I hit my nose as I was put in the bath, but it was definately worth it. <BR/>I also had quite soft skin for days.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-52586244072949780092007-02-17T13:29:00.000+00:002007-02-17T13:29:00.000+00:00My nose scar is from scratching chickenpox. I was ...My nose scar is from scratching chickenpox. I was not as adventurous a child as you all seem to have been. I'm surprised one of those eighties tellies didn't kill you, james. You must have a super-hard nose.violethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00547388655736573935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-60753333268001898722007-02-17T11:45:00.000+00:002007-02-17T11:45:00.000+00:00Malory Towers - oh, my precious childhood.I've got...Malory Towers - oh, my precious childhood.<BR/><BR/>I've got a nose scar too - it involved a table, a mean boy, much blood and screaming, 20p from the doctor (such riches) and missing the police dogs at school. I'm still mentally bruised by that - who knows what I could have been if I'd been able to see Alsatians leaping at leather-clad men...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-57399806356881913512007-02-17T10:57:00.000+00:002007-02-17T10:57:00.000+00:00Was the telly OK?Was the telly OK?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10831518.post-89113455725617851702007-02-17T07:30:00.000+00:002007-02-17T07:30:00.000+00:00Well got.Well got.James Henryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16604261370633794445noreply@blogger.com