Truth or Dare

You could go for the truth...

Me: Truth.

Semibreve: Okay. What's your secret?

Me: Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...........................
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I don't think I've got one.

Semibreve: But you must do, because everyone has a secret.

Me: Okay... I don't like going in the water at swimming pools? [I lied.]

Crotchet: That's not a secret.

...But then when you haven't an answer for the question set, you're looking at an awkward moment.

So, you could go for dare...

Classmate: I dare you kiss that boy over there.

Me: *goes to do so having seen other people do dares*

*ends up looking mental to some poor victim*

...but you could be asked to do anything.

The best way is to avoid it altogether...

Person: But it's bad luck not to accept!/Oh, you're no fun.

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I've never done this but this is the result I've seen.

Looking like a good person socially has never been more difficult and embarrassing.

So, what would you choose?

Chat

Moth: QI was good this week.

Me: It had Ross Noble in.

Moth: And Julian Clary.

Me: It had Ross Noble in.

Moth: And Bill Bailey.

Me: It had Ross Noble in.

Moth: And Ross Noble, I'll give you that.

Betraying Trust

As a 10 year old, I was trusted to walk home by myself. In later days I walked part of the way with a nice girl called Hepzibah. But in the earlier days I used that trust for my own purposes.

Going on the swings.

I started off rather paranoidedly (is that even a word?), as you do - it would be one or two minutes before I was hiking home again, smiling about my victory and hastening off home.

It wouldn't be too long before I started to get cocky.

This started with staying longer at the playpark, 5 to 10 minutes minimum. because it was so fun.

Then I started to use the other gate out of school. It was closer to the park than the one I was supposed to use, so I used it. Unfortunately for me the Lollipop Lady there was good friends with my mother and she told Moth that I'd been going out that gate recently. Moth automatically thought "Bullying" and so she asked about it several times. I wasn't supposed to be going to the swings, I thought, so I never said anything about that, and as Moth only followed up the bullying line I got off Scott-free. Which must have been very relieving for Scott.

As I started to get even more comfortable about my stupid little excursions I started going the park way home rather than the way I was supposed to go. This could have caused 152 problems, but only one occurred - that is, I spent so much time in the park that I met my elder brother and sister on the way home. They asked me why I was going that way, and I lied, by saying that I'd been gathering conkers. I'm not sure if they were convinced or not but they never really looked into it.

I started walking with a 6-7 year old and her family instead (My sister thought this was immature, but so was I) and later on, a girl of my own age - Hepzibah. I guess it was more appropriate than playing on the swings.

Constant

I just drew a 'comic' strip, and thought I'd share it with you all. Enjoy.

The Suicidal Teddy Bear

Yesterday was a chaotic day at this household, with construction problems...

...faults on the railway...

...and masses apon masses of bubbles!

The reason for all of this madness was that my 2-and-a-half year old nephew came for a day while my sister Quaver went to a course elsewhere.

We (me and Moth) had to keep this young monster preoccupied for the day. We played with a train set, a car park set, a bubble machine, and a load of Jenga bricks. Moth also corrupted him with original images of Winnie the Pooh and friends.

The bubbles made the floor slippery, which meant it was a hazard zone until the magical mop and the kitchen roll came.

Before Magic Mop

After Magic Mop

But the bubble machine broke, so we couldn't make any more bubbles. So the Jenga-ing commenced, although were structurally poor. Elaborate designs like this:

Soon turned into wrecks like this:

It probably didn't help that there was a giant knocking it over all of the time.

But the thing that caught me up was the suicidal teddy bear:

Apart from its antics, which we will go into in a moment, there were faults on the line, mostly derailment:

But the bear's antics are far more interesting.

A couple of times, it tried to fling itself from the train, but after a fault was resolved, it could no longer fly over the station. Without getting scratched.

(looked fun, though)

So next it tried to jump on the tracks. Unfortunately, it often missed the tracks completely, going over them and landing on the ground. And even when it did manage to hit the tracks, a mysterious force would always remove it from the tracks.

However, one time it did manage to stay on the tracks. But did the train dent it?

No.

The train just pushed it around the track without hurting it whatsoever. That was, until the train got to the bridge.

Because then the train got stuck on the bear. We rescued the bear then, of course.

And it still wasn't hurt in any way.

Maybe next time, eh?