Main Entry: ra·bid
Pronunciation: 'ra-b&d also 'rA-
Function: adjective
Etymology: Latin rabidus mad, from rabere
Date: 1611
1a: extremely violent - FURIOUS b: going to extreme lengths in expressing or pursuing a feeling, interest, or opinion
- ra·bid·i·ty /r&-'bi-d&-tE, ra-, rA-/ noun
- ra·bid·ly /'ra-b&d-lE also 'rA-/ adverb
- ra·bid·ness noun
Main Entry: bee
Pronunciation: 'bE
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English, from Old English bEo; akin to Old High German bIa bee, Old Irish bech, Lithuanian bitis
Date: before 12th century
6 ft 6. Well, ok, closer to 5'9";
Tanned. Well I would be if I'd been in the sun, OK!;
Dark hair. Well, it is now a sort of mousy brown. However in the summer it has a tendency to go blonde around the edges (giving the appearence of a very cheap highlights job), and I apparently have a ginger beard. But not ginger pubes. Promise;
Rippling pectorals. This is true. Unfortunately they're very hard to make out under all the blubber;
Green eyes. Totally true.
I was mistakenly conceived during the Silver Jubilee weekend after my parents had consumed far too much alcohol, and promptly appeared in the world eight months later (the only time I've been early in my life!). My mother, so phased out by the event, hardly even noticed, and was only concerned that the doctors wheeled a telly in so that she would not miss her Open University. I feel that these two facts go a long way to explaining my present psychological hang-ups.
My birthday is on the 8th March (presents gratefully received) 1978. This makes me a pisces. Therefore I am sympathetic, spiritual, compassionate, sensitive, imaginative, creative (what's the difference?), mystical (just call me Merlin) and impressionable. On the negative side I'm confused (THAT's why I support Bracknell), impractical (yep), indecisive (but I'm not sure about that), vague (or somethink like that) and tempermental. Apparently my life path is "to navigate myself through the deep emotional undercurrents of my being, until inevitably I reach the wide expansive freedom of the sea. (You what??) Trust my intuition and discover the real compassion I have for others." So who says Astrology is bollocks?
On top of that, I was born in the Chinese Year of the Horse, so there's even more. According to the Chinese, "The Horse is mostly cheerful (ha!) and popular (ha ha!). He holds a great appeal for the opposite sex (ahem! Not that you'd bloody think it). The Horse leaves home early, to find work and earn a living (now you've lost me guv). The Horse has a good intellectual capacity (duh?....) and manages easily with his money (I wish!). His preference is for brightly coloured clothes and brass band music (it's not, honest!). He is quick to praise others, though compliments are also gratefully received. However, the Horse should learn to control his quick temper (Oh just sod off, will you), otherwise he runs the risk that people may no longer believe in him. He is a master of doing several things at once and can improvise well. He never makes timetables and he must have variation at work or he feels very unhappy. In general, the Horse gets on well with the Tiger, the Dog or the Sheep, while he had better avoid the Ox and the Rat (errm, right, whatever?.....)."
Finally, because I was born on the 8th March, you should also know this: "With my keen appreciation of good literature and music (no, not bloody brass band music, you bastards) I could make a good critic of both. Although I am frank, straightforward, scrupulously honest, I like personal attention and am apt to seek it. My love is steadfast and my friendship lasting." So there you go, you should now know everything there is to know about me. Or, then again, it might just all be a load of crap. You just never know, do you?.....
To learn some really spooky stuff based on my name, though, click here.
I have attended no less than five schools in my life, the last being Ranelagh in Bracknell. For those of you who might be interested, no I am not a bible-basher. Indeed, I was the school's first confirmed Satanist (having seen him play in the Olympics well before he joined Buffalo!). For those who might like to find out more about such inter-connected mysteries as Wishboning and Alf Stewart, my yeargroup has its own Oldboys Homepage, maintained by our resident substance abuser, Guy "Smirnoff" Saner.
After leaving school, I joined the Manchester Metropolitan University, pausing only to spend nine weeks in hospital to have brutal and unmentionable tests performed on me by junior doctors. I was finaly allowed to leave (minus several inches of intestine but with a bonza scar in exchange) to take up Historical Studies. Unfortunately, one of the things this course has not taught me is the difference between Historical Studies and history.
As you should by now have realised, I am a Bracknell Bees fan. It has been my (mis?)-fortune to support them for the last five years, and I now just awaiting my medal. I also support Reading FC, another team at the bottom of the table.
I am a qualified pilot and this must surely represent Bracknell's only chance of rising rapidly! Before I am asked yet again, I have no intention of taking this up as a career, it is just great fun. Regularlar readers will also be pleased (or maybe not) to learn that I've just passed my driving test (first time! Smug? Me?). Lock up your garages, the Rabid One is let loose upon the roads.
My parents are Alan, a retired custom's officer, and Pam, a teacher advisor, school inspector, external verifier for vocational eductaion for BTEC,.............. I have no brothers or sisters, but we do have a cat, called Jester, who is quite insane. They all still live back in Bracknell.
If you would like to find out some more about myself or my girlfriend, the very beautiful Aileen, go to my other Site.
I suppose you're fed up reading about me now so click on one of these.
