An instruction?
Has the Queen died?
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Pickman's model
Starry Wisdom
You say that as tho it would be a bad idea
Mate, you’re a self-important prick.
For all you know I could be suicidal, and yet you matter-of-factly tell me the world would improve if I topped myself.
All because you don’t like my replies on this forum, you silly silly little man.
I’m not suicidal, but you’re a danger to people who are who visit this forum.
You need to be REALLY careful who you say this to, because you don’t want a suicide on your conscience.
A380
How do I change this 'custom title' thing then?
Well, that’s Pickman's model telt.
Raheem
Well-Known Member
A piece of advice for anyone who actually prone to thoughts of suicide: Avoid trolling internet forums where there is a high likelihood of people telling you to do one in clear and possibly aggressive language.
That’s the best advice you can give?
“Don’t visit forums which might drive you to suicide”
Some might call it “obvious”
Raheem
Well-Known Member
It's definitely obvious. Which is how I know a bright fellow like you can't possibly be suicidal. Or you wouldn't be here. So there's no harm at all in telling you to fuck off and stick your dick in an electrical socket.
Argonia
Happy go licky
Done enough chilling, got to organise my time. The bollocking Churchill would have given to Cameron and George Gideon Oliver Osborne CH in private would have been epic to wacth. And as for what William Ewart Gladstone would have raged at 'Sir' Edward Davey the mind simply boggles. Disraeli is spiinning in his grave throwing an absolute Brixton riiot.
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Argonia
Happy go licky
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Argonia
Happy go licky
The daily abuse of my brother William is getting worse. Starting with some kids calling him paedo and now it's older kids doing worse things. I have commanded him in Oliver Cromwellian fashion to go to the hopeless Plod if it gets as bad as Kristallnacht on the Jews and if necessary move back to the safety of mum's in Petersfield. If he gets murdered like Daniel Morgan I will be raging at his funeral.
Thanks for your legacy, Emperor Caligula Philip Adolf Hitler.
Thanks for your legacy, Emperor Caligula Philip Adolf Hitler.
Argonia
Happy go licky
I have 578 followers at Twitter. The Windsors have 4.6 million. The Shinkansen of the Republic is still held up at a red light like Thomas the Tank Engine. Poor autistic boy Jack I worked with at the National Autsitic Society school in Radlett, Hertfordshire loved Thomas. Only word he ever said - just 'Thomas!' It was hard graft working with them with their screaming and biting and hitting and crying and spitting and soiling their undewear and failure to say a word and escaping over the walls into the road outside but good for the soul. The Nobel Prize Committee still haven't given me the prize for literature after I wrote to them eight years ago and the dreaded United Nations haven't stepped in with sanctions as I commanded them in Oliver Cromwellian fashion to do.
Then after I had moved back to the safety of my stepdad's in Old Woking I later worked with an autistic boy called Callum in Loseley Fields in Godalming and straightened him out with a severe Clement Attlee bollocking on day one and got him reading and concentrating and writing and learning. Before I came he used to just cry and scream and run away into the street but with my hard labour the poor boy started to focus and have some fun. Was quite a fan of basketball. He loved computer games so got him reading Wikipedia about games he loved like Mario. And gave him pleny of space to relax and play games and go and play in the playground when it all got too much for him.Tried to get him back plugged in and integrate him with the other kids but it always frazzled his brain and he started kicking off again. Used to enjoy my lunchtmes referering the other boys' football matches.
Then when Callum was on his multiple days off I was shunted off into the Solar Centre for the most troubled kids and used to be pelted with pens and books and kicked and hit. They all roared with laughter as they laid into us as we tried desperately to hold the lines like the French with their hopeless Maginot Line. It was hard work dealing with it like a riot policeman dealing with the hurricane of a riot. One of my colleagues once called me a "strong man" which I appreciated as I tried desperately to get the kids to sit down and concentrate for eleven seconds before the Rabelais carnival struck up again.
I remember a particular girl called Georgina who was an absolute nightmare. Absolutely manic laughter as she tore the place down. Don't know what her diagnosis was but she was all over the shop. And there was another girl whose name I can't remember who just used to run around the whole school taking her clothes off while five of us tried to kettle and contain her. I wanted to bollock her so severely but the bloody SENCO told me I couldn't tell her off which drove me as wild as a lion in the gladiatroial arena in Rome alighting on some poor old Chrisitains.
Poor old teacher Charlotte in the class of Callumm, the Aquila class, was great and taught them really well laying into them with brutal bollockings where needed and being kind to them otherwise. I must say hello to dear old Charlotte when I see her - I think she is a headteacher now. I usually throw riots in all my menial jobs because they are managed by cunts but I had no issues with the headteacher of Loseley Fields Jill Pearce-Haydon who was doing a stirling job in impossible circumstances being given hell by Michael Gove and his dreadful British values curriculum.
www.loseleyfields.com
Then after I had moved back to the safety of my stepdad's in Old Woking I later worked with an autistic boy called Callum in Loseley Fields in Godalming and straightened him out with a severe Clement Attlee bollocking on day one and got him reading and concentrating and writing and learning. Before I came he used to just cry and scream and run away into the street but with my hard labour the poor boy started to focus and have some fun. Was quite a fan of basketball. He loved computer games so got him reading Wikipedia about games he loved like Mario. And gave him pleny of space to relax and play games and go and play in the playground when it all got too much for him.Tried to get him back plugged in and integrate him with the other kids but it always frazzled his brain and he started kicking off again. Used to enjoy my lunchtmes referering the other boys' football matches.
Then when Callum was on his multiple days off I was shunted off into the Solar Centre for the most troubled kids and used to be pelted with pens and books and kicked and hit. They all roared with laughter as they laid into us as we tried desperately to hold the lines like the French with their hopeless Maginot Line. It was hard work dealing with it like a riot policeman dealing with the hurricane of a riot. One of my colleagues once called me a "strong man" which I appreciated as I tried desperately to get the kids to sit down and concentrate for eleven seconds before the Rabelais carnival struck up again.
I remember a particular girl called Georgina who was an absolute nightmare. Absolutely manic laughter as she tore the place down. Don't know what her diagnosis was but she was all over the shop. And there was another girl whose name I can't remember who just used to run around the whole school taking her clothes off while five of us tried to kettle and contain her. I wanted to bollock her so severely but the bloody SENCO told me I couldn't tell her off which drove me as wild as a lion in the gladiatroial arena in Rome alighting on some poor old Chrisitains.
Poor old teacher Charlotte in the class of Callumm, the Aquila class, was great and taught them really well laying into them with brutal bollockings where needed and being kind to them otherwise. I must say hello to dear old Charlotte when I see her - I think she is a headteacher now. I usually throw riots in all my menial jobs because they are managed by cunts but I had no issues with the headteacher of Loseley Fields Jill Pearce-Haydon who was doing a stirling job in impossible circumstances being given hell by Michael Gove and his dreadful British values curriculum.
Home - Loseley Fields Primary School
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Pickman's model
Starry Wisdom
Oh I think my conscience could bear the feather-weight of your demise. On second thoughts tho you may be right for the wrong reasons as suicide is famously described as painless while I think you're the sort of person for who providence devised trigeminal neuralgia
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Argonia
Happy go licky
Off for the day to brush up my Russian by reading Tolstoy and Turgenev and Dostoevsky in Russian. I hope to have a stimualting conversation with Garry Kasparov about chess, politics and literature if he finally checkmates Putin's control system and becomes Russian President. Kasparov has gone terribly quiet but he's probably still in the game and I pity the poor novice who dares to play a move in the game against possibly the greatest chess player of all time (apart from maybe Magnus Carlsen).
Pickman's model
Starry Wisdom
Morphy the greatest chess player of all time, for me anyway
Argonia
Happy go licky
I was always a major fan of Petrosian and his highly defensive and cautious strategies and tactics. But then there is Bobby Fischer of course. And Capablanca. So many contenders. I remember getting my rabble of colleagues at Holy Trinity together at Holy Trinity Middle School in Guildford and setting up a chess club run by Mrs Williams who if I recall rightly is the mother of English grandmaster Simon Williams.
We played our hearts out over there at Holy back when we had a great headteacher Barry Garry Larry Williams who protected us from the evils of govenemnt. He looked after my writing and got me a poetry prize and gave me a great poetry book with a gold star on the cover. He was replaced by a guy called Mr.Rowe who would have been on my case for being a bright little kid and called me autistic so I am glad I dodged Rowe. My poor intellgient brother William was less lucky and got seen as an oddball and sent to a PRU unit where he had to cope with terrible bullies and eventually got home schooled by mum for a while.
Then I moved to the private school the Grammar Schiool -not the Royal Grammar School - that was from the 16th century and Terry Jones of Monty Python went to back when it was a state grammar- on a John Major assisted place because my family couldn't afford the astononimical fees and I felt my task was to fight and stick up for all my state school friends against the arrogance of all the kids from private prep schools stinking of bad money. I remember them all laughing in our first Latin lesson with Mr Olvier at how easy they found it because they had done it before and I thought "we state school kids will outstrip you by a quadrillion miles you arrogant Tory toffs".
And then we did. We worked hard and we completely outstipped them. That got me to St.Anne's Oxfford through the great history teaching of John Saxton and Alan Wain which got me to exile to Japan where I studied the language hard, passed level 2 of the International Proficiency Test after one year which I was told was impossible at the start of the year, and quietly bided my time and plotted my revenge on my enemies.
Simon Williams (chess player) - Wikipedia
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Argonia
Happy go licky
Nice to finally get a chance to mug up on the American Revoluton against the brutal monarchical tyranny of the British Empire. It was touch and go - the British were the most extraodinary military system apart from maybe some of Rome and the Nazis. But eventually Washington crossed the Delware and he long struggle was over and the Declaration of Independence was securred. After that I shall finally read some Tom Paine.
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A380
How do I change this 'custom title' thing then?
It brings on many changes apparently. Are you having visions of things that might be, out of interest?
Pickman's model
Starry Wisdom
I think I need a new spanner. The old one squeaks and scratches
not-bono-ever
meh
any news ?
Typical virgin
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