Voice From the Gods

Last weekend the Football Fanatic soared over and above the realms of stupidity that usually only she can reach.

What she did not only bordered on absolute lunacy, but was so incredibly dangerous that it has left both myself and the Father of This Lot shaking our heads in disbelief at what sort of offspring we (well, me, mainly) are bringing up.

I am hoping that time, the great healer, will erase from my mind the thoughts of 'what-could-have-happened-to-her' and for that reason, I have no wish to record the incident here for posterity.

However, this is Mother's Pride, and as usual, there is a lighthearted ending to the whole sorry tale.

The Football Fanatic was at University the following day, doing some kind of broadcasting assignment. They were in a studio, waiting for the lecturer, and the Football Fanatic had seated herself on what she thought was a table while they chatted about their various weekends.

When she told them what she had done over the weekend everyone sat there open-mouthed, obviously having the same reaction (WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD WERE YOU THINKING OF??) as I had done myself.

Then she turned around, and noticed the lecturer, on the other side of the glass screen, showing a group of prospective students around the campus.

Strangely, the whole group were also staring open-mouthed at the Football Fanatic.

She thought that this was rather odd, until she heard the lecturer's voice, clear as a bell, over the connecting speaker:

'And, that, ladies and gentlemen, is why you should never park your backside on a mixing desk'