OCD

Eh? Wot?

Not sure. I'll just check.

...and check

...and check.

Oh God

You've checked 3 times that means I'll have to check 3x3 times.

I think you meant to post this in the hifi room, so we can talk about your 552, 552, 552....more boses, more boxes, more boxes....drivel, drivel drivel

Is it an embarrassing disease?

Of course I have it. Look at my post count!

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, then?

Whoops, been washing my hands since the first post.

In the early 90's I did a first year OU Corresspondence course in psychology (so I could repair my own punctures). The OCD subject was quite prevelant, and I found it fascinating, and the stigma attached to it, and its varying levels of severity. It would suprise many I feel to know just how many people actually are consciously or unconsciously affected by it. I personally once made the mistake of telling a family member (an Uncle) that I used to count in groups of four endlessly in my mind at certain stages of my childhood, akin to the 4 red cars that Mr Haddon's young lad associated daily with good & bad days (that was autism though) and that kind of willing things to be levelled out so to speak. It's not really a funny subject unless those affected make the jokes themselves (my opinion only), it's certainly an interesting one though, and I see many other similarities with it to other forms of behaviour in modern society, innit.


Fritz Von I stopped the course as it was too expensive (the German IR wouldn't recognise the OU as a tax relief Uniwersity case) my peers thought I was doing it only for egoistic reasons, and I came to the conclusion that they were probably right, and besides I'm a fick bastard anyway and it was a waste of good beer money

Sorry. i would have replied earlier but I was combing my lawn.

No. I don't suffer from it.

A guy who until recently lived opposite to my house used to cut his lawn with a small pair of scissors. His next door neighbour saw him one autumn standing in his garden catching leaves as they were falling.

He moved into a flat so I wonder what he does now.

I have witnessed on not less than one occassion soldiers being made to cut grass with nail scissors and a ruler (each blade being 1 and a quarter inches long) as a punishment for 'whatever' by their Sgt Major. Either that, or the glasshouse, innit, though I expect our Mick would question the missuse of their human rights, the poor lickle darlins, and not one of them as far as I know suffered from OCD, böoody sore thingers & thumbs though, innit.

Fritz Von Learning the guitar hurts too