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assembled a desk for me on Christmas eve, while very drunk.
It was an absolute shambles and those idiot drunkards blew the whole Santa story by swearing loudly and waking me up.
believed in Father Christmas?
I was about six and wanted a desk so I could act the big man up in my bedroom.
My brother (11 at the time) asked for a codpiece.
One of us was very disappointed.
(Hint, it wasn't the man-about-town bashing out proper thankyou letters from a proper desk with proper crayons. It was the sorry looking weirdo trying to attach a cricket crotch-shield to his trousers).
I had a briefcase as my schoolbag when I was 7 (it was all the rage).