@00julesj When I was wee my mother had a worn out hissy cassette of Abba hits. For a long while I was sure it was "feel the heat from the tangerine" I was hearing. That Dancing Queen and her vitamin C eh?!
@Footinit I have another middle name an'all.
That was my grandfather's and my mums favourite uncles same, so I s'pose everybody was happy in the end. Except me, it could be a pain on the arse in the 80s/90s analogue world. Proof of I.D? No probs, oh sorry, the names different on that one.
@Footinit I dunno what they were playing at with that one. I suspect my mother insisted on my being called Kyle, her mothers maiden name. And maybe my dad insisted on having his name as my first name, which funnily enough was also my mothers dads name. I asked them about but I still dunno
@ambergambler_ The sooner the "yo" and "bro" stuff dies out the better. I was with my nephew (16yr) and his pals and it was a hundred "bro's" a minute wi them. Migraine material.
@Footinit@GailMyerscough The strawberry mivvi was the go-to for me. I liked the funny feet but I remeber the ice-cream sometimes having a stringy texture to it. Same used to happen with those little Lyons vanilla tubs ye got with the wooden scoop thingmy.
@Footinit I lived next door to a cockerel when I was wee. It was a pain on the arse! I thought the "cock-a-doodle-do" stuff was just in the movies. Then this bastard arrives and was fucking relentless, not just in the morning either. All fucking day!