Comments on: A Free Knife With Every Hoodie http://www.anorak.co.uk/tabloids/191540.html Tabloid news for broadsheet readers Sun, 05 Jul 2009 03:26:01 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7.1 hourly 1 By: chenier http://www.anorak.co.uk/tabloids/191540.html/comment-page-1#comment-386924 chenier Fri, 03 Oct 2008 10:57:32 +0000 http://www.anorak.co.uk/?p=191540#comment-386924 You can me to the list, Petronius. However, I am female, so maybe I'm the only female who climbed trees for the sheer thrill of discovering that I had no bloody idea of how to get down again. I think I may have been a cat in previous incarnations... You can me to the list, Petronius.

However, I am female, so maybe I’m the only female who climbed trees for the sheer thrill of discovering that I had no bloody idea of how to get down again.

I think I may have been a cat in previous incarnations…

]]> By: Petronius http://www.anorak.co.uk/tabloids/191540.html/comment-page-1#comment-386896 Petronius Fri, 03 Oct 2008 09:43:34 +0000 http://www.anorak.co.uk/?p=191540#comment-386896 I thought climbing up a tree and then not knowing how the Friar Tuck to get back down again after the sense of achievement was unique to me. Disappointed of C. London. I thought climbing up a tree and then not knowing how the Friar Tuck to get back down again after the sense of achievement was unique to me.

Disappointed of C. London.

]]> By: Fully Secured Bank Funding Pigeon http://www.anorak.co.uk/tabloids/191540.html/comment-page-1#comment-386890 Fully Secured Bank Funding Pigeon Fri, 03 Oct 2008 09:35:07 +0000 http://www.anorak.co.uk/?p=191540#comment-386890 How things have changed. One of my birthday presents when I was about 10 was a swiss army knife. I barely had enough strength to pull the blades out with my little fingers and lost about three nails trying to get the saw blade out. My imagination used to run riot with all the things I could do with the knife but I could never figure out how to use the needle blade. Anyway, my initials were carved in many a tree top as I used to climb trees those days, don't suppose you're allowed to do it nowadays, climbing right to the top and swaying about in the branches feeling proud then shitting yourself wondering how the heck you were going to get back down. I used to slip and hold on for dear life at times, sometimes crying out for help but noone ever came so you had to slide down the trunk with branches sticking up your arse and in your armpit and then jump from what seemed like a massive height byt was probably only about 10ft into the stingers below. I miss those days of complete abandonment and thinking I was an 'army man' or tree logger or something whatever it was. Days used to last like weeks do and the amount of times I used to have to be called in by my mum for dinner but tried to asee how long I could last being out before I got really done for by dad. There was none of what we see now and it's all down to imagination. Why have they lost their imagination? I know one thing for certain I don't think I've ever lost mine. I'm still like a big kid as like to go camping all year in the woods and am always going night fishing on secluded lakes with the imagination running riot as to what is out there both in the thicket and the lake itself. This imagination is being passed down to my son and I can see his is also healthy. I think they should teach this stuff at schools.....I'm sure it wouldn't do any harm and then TK Maxx could sell a jacket with a penknife in it but then we'd get the headlines about too many trees being hurt because of all the initials.. How things have changed. One of my birthday presents when I was about 10 was a swiss army knife. I barely had enough strength to pull the blades out with my little fingers and lost about three nails trying to get the saw blade out. My imagination used to run riot with all the things I could do with the knife but I could never figure out how to use the needle blade. Anyway, my initials were carved in many a tree top as I used to climb trees those days, don’t suppose you’re allowed to do it nowadays, climbing right to the top and swaying about in the branches feeling proud then shitting yourself wondering how the heck you were going to get back down. I used to slip and hold on for dear life at times, sometimes crying out for help but noone ever came so you had to slide down the trunk with branches sticking up your arse and in your armpit and then jump from what seemed like a massive height byt was probably only about 10ft into the stingers below. I miss those days of complete abandonment and thinking I was an ‘army man’ or tree logger or something whatever it was. Days used to last like weeks do and the amount of times I used to have to be called in by my mum for dinner but tried to asee how long I could last being out before I got really done for by dad. There was none of what we see now and it’s all down to imagination. Why have they lost their imagination? I know one thing for certain I don’t think I’ve ever lost mine. I’m still like a big kid as like to go camping all year in the woods and am always going night fishing on secluded lakes with the imagination running riot as to what is out there both in the thicket and the lake itself. This imagination is being passed down to my son and I can see his is also healthy. I think they should teach this stuff at schools…..I’m sure it wouldn’t do any harm and then TK Maxx could sell a jacket with a penknife in it but then we’d get the headlines about too many trees being hurt because of all the initials..

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