tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732292173934764677.post64348647302423348..comments2023-04-03T13:20:30.832-07:00Comments on The Horrormoanal Woman: Professor Brian Cox: thinking woman's crumpetThe Horrormoanal Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09378575852495681381noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732292173934764677.post-14021145307590817232011-12-12T11:18:23.818-08:002011-12-12T11:18:23.818-08:00Ha ha ha! Not sure my poor, long suffering husband...Ha ha ha! Not sure my poor, long suffering husband would like what you're suggesting there, Jake but, you know, on these long winter nights, I can at least get the marriage sack embroidered. <br />Given that I've just done my back in after taking my shoe off, I think in ten years time, I'll either be in Styal Ladies Prison or traction. Shall we take bets?The Horrormoanal Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09378575852495681381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732292173934764677.post-15126752429782896522011-12-12T10:51:26.824-08:002011-12-12T10:51:26.824-08:00This is becoming one of my favourite blogs. Self-d...This is becoming one of my favourite blogs. Self-deprecation is always attractive and perhaps even more so when the downplaying is rooted in reality. I speak as one vastly qualified to do very little of practical use. As for 'fart-faced old wassock,' that was reason enough to read this piece.<br />Ten years from now when your daughter tells you to stop showing her up in front of her Cambridge friends, you'll dig out this post and say, 'I always knew this would end as it did. All because Brian Cox fancied me.' Okay, that may not be accurate, but ten years from now, who'll know?Jake Bartonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15359578310500560311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732292173934764677.post-47830600442739710492011-12-11T13:31:29.612-08:002011-12-11T13:31:29.612-08:00I was surrounded by mathmoes, compscis, natscis an...I was surrounded by mathmoes, compscis, natscis and other sciency types on my corridor in my fourth year. There was no such things as science discos. They all just congregated in my neighbour's room and listened to Queen and Metallica til 4am, letching over pictures of Pamela Anderson (coincidentally) and playing air guitar. No women were involved. Apart from some daft airhead called Kirsty who had long hair and cried a lot. Everybody was in love with her. The arts students were off getting stoned and laid. Nuff said.The Horrormoanal Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09378575852495681381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732292173934764677.post-8992904539684878852011-12-11T12:12:37.899-08:002011-12-11T12:12:37.899-08:00Love it Marnie. And love the Big Bang Theory so I ...Love it Marnie. And love the Big Bang Theory so I need say no more except: geeks are ace. Completely get the 'arts' thing. I hated that my best subjects were 'the arts' - I wanted to be 'sciences'. I studied languages too - complete waste of time and effort. Wish somebody had bothered to tell me. All it got me & my mate into was the weekly Friday foreign disco. You had to be foreign to get in. Suppose snogging Pepe and Miguel and Laurent made up for the lack of science brain cells. Science discos? Shudder.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732292173934764677.post-54975402868552162292011-12-11T01:37:24.393-08:002011-12-11T01:37:24.393-08:00Apparently the correct modus operandi for authors ...Apparently the correct modus operandi for authors who want to act like real people instead of twats is to take chocolate bars for the bookshop staff, to keep their energy levels up. Wonder if Brian took a few bags of fun size Milky Way or Starbar?The Horrormoanal Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09378575852495681381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732292173934764677.post-89627462728066240932011-12-10T14:19:00.124-08:002011-12-10T14:19:00.124-08:00I remember working in Manchester Waterstone's ...I remember working in Manchester Waterstone's in the 90's interesting place - I wasn't literary enough to be more than part time shelf stacker and event Chair putteroutter. Sparkly eyes - like wet kidney beans.... LMAOjim ellishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02777486926620329087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732292173934764677.post-89100114394146181872011-12-10T02:58:34.168-08:002011-12-10T02:58:34.168-08:00Oh no. His eyes are sparkly like the ice rings of...Oh no. His eyes are sparkly like the ice rings of Saturn or wet kidney beans. He didn't make a whole heap of eye contact but I did have him signing everything except my thermal vest. And there was a long long queue.The Horrormoanal Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09378575852495681381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732292173934764677.post-16708302932653594322011-12-10T02:32:50.241-08:002011-12-10T02:32:50.241-08:00But I thought you said his eyes were dead!But I thought you said his eyes were dead!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09186725193473313269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732292173934764677.post-67344993477162181682011-12-10T02:23:52.267-08:002011-12-10T02:23:52.267-08:00Glad you enjoyed it, Del! I aim to please.Glad you enjoyed it, Del! I aim to please.The Horrormoanal Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09378575852495681381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732292173934764677.post-50930233308466653692011-12-09T14:40:43.587-08:002011-12-09T14:40:43.587-08:00another blog, another evening sat giggling like an...another blog, another evening sat giggling like an idiot. priceless, thanks Marnie xdelstarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12599120227958159301noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732292173934764677.post-68481845242944942972011-12-09T03:20:14.414-08:002011-12-09T03:20:14.414-08:00Oh yes, Alison. That's a good one. Just watc...Oh yes, Alison. That's a good one. Just watched it now! He speaks the same in the flesh as he does on the telly. I just caught a snippet of him telling the security guard to, "get rid of that bloody pillock woman with the badly dyed loofah hair" before they carried me out of Waterstones manually. He sounded very calm and enthusiastic.<br />(he didn't really say that but I bet he was thinking it)The Horrormoanal Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09378575852495681381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732292173934764677.post-78629069992314671472011-12-09T02:53:52.889-08:002011-12-09T02:53:52.889-08:00Very well said. However he does make my ears bleed...Very well said. However he does make my ears bleed. I prefer John Culshaw's 'Brian Cox' http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W2tUXuRHdFQAlison Stapleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07100729991616681961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732292173934764677.post-54853929561260830312011-12-09T02:43:43.850-08:002011-12-09T02:43:43.850-08:00Oh My God - your posts are hilarious! You say all ...Oh My God - your posts are hilarious! You say all the things I want to say but daren't! Yes, Brian, he really is isn't he? And he smiles when he talks - have you noticed that? If I do that I look like Wallace (as in 'Wallace and Gromit!) - he looks plain yummy! But what an inspiring man, and if he can give your daughter that interest and encouragement now, who knows where it may end.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com