Comments on: Our favourite tweets of yours

By: cg

cg — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 21:09:57 +0000

I see the DB crowd are also fans of ‘Awkward Family Photos’…

By: JayKay

JayKay — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 12:31:59 +0000

@Shanna – re the dog – hahaha!

By: JayKay

JayKay — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 12:09:01 +0000

Oh, dares, haha! my bruv – who was ten then strangely enough – was dared to climb a high tree on top of a hill and set up a ropeswing. Which he did. He was first on it, the branch snapped and he fell about 30/40 feet down an embankment onto the busy dual-carriageway underneath. Idiots. My mum still doesn’t know the truth about the broken collarbone. He was so bruised he looked pea-green like the hulk. I think he learned his lesson when they pulled his shoulder back into place. We heard the bloodcurdling screams – even behind the thick X-ray room doors – for a very long time.

By: Jess xxx

Jess xxx — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 11:46:34 +0000

Does anyone remember any stupid dares they did when they were 10?

I remember the biggest, most dangerous dare you could do (according to my friends and classmates,) was to stand in front of a mirror at midnight with a candle in your hand, and say ‘Bloody Mary’ three times. If you did that and came out alive, you were the big kahoonas!

Thing is, everyone had a different idea about what would happen when you did it. Some people said that you got stabbed by your own reflection, others said the Grim Reaper came after you, others said the Devil ate your soul etc etc. The one I was really terrified of was that after you did the ‘Bloody Mary’ chant, from then on whenever you switched off the light, Bloody Mary would appear on your ceiling and drip blood all over you!!!!!!

Lovely!

By: Lady Claire

Lady Claire — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 22:06:52 +0000

@Dmaco – Blimey, 200 tweets a minute? That’s outrageous!
But even though I KNOW he can’t physically read them all (I most certainly couldn’t), I like to think he must read some of them when he asks for advice about things, as he does from time to time? I only ever reply to a tweet of Derren’s when he tweets first (if that makes sense). I don’t want to feel like I’m pestering the poor man otherwise.

LC x

By: flapjack

flapjack — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 18:55:08 +0000

There’s some comedy gold right here…
@ Jess – that is simply brilliant. That has it all, humiliation, boobies and enclosed spaces.
I also just remembered a dinghy sailing club my dad signed me up for at that age. I was the unpopular kid of the class and the bigger kids spent one lunchbreak watching me wading in the shallow water with my boat and mocking me. I thought “Just you wait!” and got the bucket from my dinghy, filled it with water and aimed it at the harbour wall they were sitting on.
Unfortunately my hand eye co-ordination was also pretty crap back then. The water disappeared from view and I just had time to think “where’s the water gone?” before it landed vertically straight back down on my head. One from the Wily Coyote school of physical comedy. They wouldn’t let it lie.

By: Shanna

Shanna — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 16:32:53 +0000

Christ, I was a demon at aged 10, I used to give my younger sister hell!!. I remember finding these Christmas cake decorations one time and picking up a handful of tiny silver balls, and daring my sister to smell them (no idea why she would want to). Just as she did, I jammed my hand closer and they shot up her nose…the next hour involved a LOT of crying, and my mum and a tweezers…

I remember another time at a family dinner (Christmas?!) and the dog we had at the time got a little too amorous, and I made a great big deal out of yelling “Look!!! Max has another tongue!!!”

I was big into Secret 7 and Famous Five, so I also frequently locked myself in rooms with only a hair pin. God bless my mum, she removed hinges more times than I can remember!!
Thanks, twas fun to reminisce xx

By: cg

cg — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 09:46:09 +0000

Not sure if I was ten or eleven, but I’d heard one had to be in the country (US) for at least 7 years to be a citizen. I told my little brothers (identical twins, and yes, born here) that they weren’t American citizens and wouldn’t be until their seventh birthday. (They were about four at the time). Being that my mom was pretty big on patriotism at the time, it made them cry (and tattle, the little rats). Pretty tame in comparison to the other stories here, but at the time I actually believed I was just telling them the ‘hard truth’.

By: Fiona

Fiona — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 08:27:17 +0000

@Siobhán – It’s the same with anyone, there’s always going to be haters boo hiss!

Weeeee not long until How To Control the Nation!

By: DougLess

DougLess — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 02:49:51 +0000

I tried to respond to the twitter posting but am unsure as to how I was to get it to where it needed to be.
I know that it dod not make it there since it was not included in the list.
SERIOUSLY,..

I stuck a service stations airhose, for tires, up my nose hoping to allow a little controlled amount of air up one nostril (right) and out the other. The hose had a lever to allow control of the airflow but I was not able to master the lever exactly and proceeded to accidently blow a good size portion of congestion out of the other nostril (left, for those still reading) and onto the concrete. I’ve never felt the same since,……