The following Dodgers have been smited by the JDK for their crimes against Jam:
All the girls! for picking on the JDK and damaging his already delicate self esteem!
The Basserd Who Nicked Copper's Stuff For the offense of nicking Copper's stuff. You are a tw*t, whoever you are and we all hope you get run over by a tram in Nottingham. Or Liverpool. Or whereever else they have trams!
Copper For the crime of playing with her Wii instead of her Jammie pals!
Anyway... I was browsing the interweb cos I needed to find out how old he was for an important work related issue and came across this article.
The coolest bit:
We're also starting work right now on my new show - which is called I Pity The Fool.
"Unlike all the other reality programmes, it is going to be about helping people. We're not going to be eating worms or swapping wives.
"For example a lady might write to me saying she's having trouble at a car dealership, because she's the only female employee and the men are harassing her. So I'll go in and straighten things out.
"I learn about the situation, observe for a couple of days and then call the guys into a meeting and give them the Mr T rap - 'I tell you fools, you don't disrespect no lady. My mum is a lady.'
well, for my gender I'm above average, so that I have difficulties finding trousers that are long enough (but luckely there's topshop!!!!!!) However I would fit in any standard lift or public transport...although I often bump my head in the underground or bus and I need to "fold" my legs when flying with the cheap airlines!
What? I don't know how much that would be converted into sensible measurements but I'm pretty sure that's wrong...mabyy the King shouldn't have gone to specksavers!
well, you see that's tricky...as things we perceive aren't necessarily like that in reality...it's all a picture created in your brain. So maybe your brain made you seeing me as 11 whatsit but that doens't mean that your perception is a reliable source!
Number 1: wishful thinking! You met me and were enchanted by my charm and started phantasising and because for you attraction correlates positively with hight I just became taller and taller
Hmm. Good theory. Who wouldn't be enchanted by your many (and somewhat elongated) charms? However recent events in JDK-land suggest that height is not a requirement for attractiveness. Quite the opposite in fact.
well I assume since you haven't got a brain you skull is empty? So therefore whatever comes in (e.g. visually encoded stimuli) starts bouncing back from your skull septum and this energy will lead to a distorted picture of the original stimulus! Same process as seen on "Tom & Jerry" the cartoon. Tom puts head into a bell, Jerry strikes it and Tom's head is banging resulting his teeth to crumble...but you keep your teeth!
Anyway this theory, cunning though it is, relies on the assumption that my skull is actually empty. It's not.
Instead, the bony inside is coated with an inch thick layer of cheese which, due to it's complex dairy properties acts as an absorbing surface, preventing anything meaningful entering or exiting the skull cavity. The remainder of the cavity is thematically filled with bread. Not the French kind. Kingsmill.
Anyway, the upshot of this is that no stimulus enters the skull, leaving only what I see with my own two eyes - uninterpreted and literal.
I think our problem lies in your unfamiliarity with the imperial:metric exhange rate, which, taking into account inflation, the relative cost of custard creams here and on the Continent and the gross number of red herrings caught in the North Sea on any given Wednesday means that you are exactly as tall as I say you are.
I think you lost me somewhere between the cheese and the heerings!
Okay how about another external proof? I can fit easily in any normed chair, lift etc.(althought beds are bit tricky, my feet dangle over the end), which I wouldn't if I were 11 whatsit. However, I agree that I'm tall (especially since Copper thought she was tall until she met me)...see, another misperception.