Quite a few Christine's, Helens, Steven's. And one name I particulary loathed was Nigel because a Nigel was plonked next to me in class and he was already an established mysoginist at the age of 8.
I had the last laugh though: despite his thoroughly disgusting behaviour towards me and the other girls he was inclined to wet himself on a regular basis.
Karma, I suppose.
The Government advice re emergency packs
Whatever happened to polo necks?
🦞 The Lockdown Gang still chatting 🦞


