Tyson Fury plans to become a qualified doctor after boxing career

[Rob3_142]

pinnacle of academia!
dont make me laugh. doctors always think theyre something special , when more often than not , they simply come from priveledged backgrounds. yes, some have a vocation, some are hard workers, some are no doubt academically brilliant, but the vast majority are just the same as anyone else.....and you wont tell me different, cos i went to a top uni, have friends who studied medicine, and have known plenty of doctors personally, both in this country and abroad.
if fury genuinely wanted it and was prepared to make the sacrifices, the only thing stopping him doing it would be the elitist knobheads that run most of these institutions.

Tyson Fury isn't an elitist knob head, he's just a knob head. Elitism may well exist in the qualification process of getting into medical schools, but I can assure you Fury is completely in the wrong class to be contemplating that route.

Even if he was to throw as much money as he could at it, the lack of a basic education would stop him from progressing very far. And let's say the lack of a basic GCSE education doesn't stop him, he'd become so disheartened when he doesn't understand anything in the lectures.

[calmdown]

Grandiose ideas/ambitions are symptoms of his particular condition and anything else related to manic depression, usually followed swiftly by deep, persistent lows.

[oogiebe]

Grandiose ideas/ambitions are symptoms of his particular condition and anything else related to manic depression, usually followed swiftly by deep, persistent lows.

Great screen name!!! LMAO!!! Perfect.

[Boxerbeetle]

bullshit.
I know plenty of doctors who dont have 10 percent of fury's native wit. If fury can be dedicated enough to become a world champ , he could , with maturity , have the discipline it takes to get his degree. He might be a bit mad at times, but he is nobodies mug. If he really wanted to do it, he would, i've no doubt about that.

You must be on the wind-up with that post

Fury becoming a fully qualified doctor is about as likely as Jeremy Hunt becoming the undisputed lineal heavyweight champion of the world.

[oogiebe]

bullshit.
I know plenty of doctors who dont have 10 percent of fury's native wit. If fury can be dedicated enough to become a world champ , he could , with maturity , have the discipline it takes to get his degree. He might be a bit mad at times, but he is nobodies mug. If he really wanted to do it, he would, i've no doubt about that.

You must be on the wind-up with that post

Fury becoming a fully qualified doctor is about as likely as Jeremy Hunt becoming the undisputed lineal heavyweight champion of the world.

[chinarich]

Some people are underestimating quite how hard it is to get into medical school. The brother of a friend of mine had a first class honours degree and failed to get in. He then went to teach science, he reapplied this time with volunteer work in the medical field such as St John’s Ambulance on his cv, he was rejected again. Over several years he volunteered every summer for Red Cross or Doctors Without Borders in Africa, he also became a fully-trained para-medic. It took all of this for him to finally get into St. George’s on his fourth attempt...

[Taansend]

He could become a doctor in America by posting a cheque off to a strip mall university.

Maybe not a medical doctor but a doctor of something

[bripez]

Some people are underestimating quite how hard it is to get into medical school. The brother of a friend of mine had a first class honours degree and failed to get in. He then went to teach science, he reapplied this time with volunteer work in the medical field such as St John’s Ambulance on his cv, he was rejected again. Over several years he volunteered every summer for Red Cross or Doctors Without Borders in Africa, he also became a fully-trained para-medic. It took all of this for him to finally get into St. George’s on his fourth attempt...

Fair play to the lad - that is proper dedication. I tend to hope that most doctors have the same level of dedication .........

[CharlesListon]

bullshit.
I know plenty of doctors who dont have 10 percent of fury's native wit. If fury can be dedicated enough to become a world champ , he could , with maturity , have the discipline it takes to get his degree. He might be a bit mad at times, but he is nobodies mug. If he really wanted to do it, he would, i've no doubt about that.

You must be on the wind-up with that post

Fury becoming a fully qualified doctor is about as likely as Jeremy Hunt becoming the undisputed lineal heavyweight champion of the world.

I went to a school, that until my first year had been a posh grammar/boarding school. They closed two Secondary Modern schools and then merged with the Grammar school. The mix between the posh kids and the kids from the town was messy. Especially when the travellers were introduced. About half the teachers from the grammar days stayed on and half transferred from the Secondary Modern's into the new flag-ship Comprehensive. The Grammar school teachers still insisted on wearing those old fashioned gowns, they also called you by your surname and would hit you every now and again (even though corporal punishment had pretty much been banned).

Anyway, we had this kid called Gareth Tolman. He was a right thick pudendum. His Dad wasn't around and he was on free dinners, never had the right bits of uniform and still wore those black plimsolls (with the weird circle grip things and a bit of elastic) when we did PE. He got bullied a fair bit, nothing physical, just being called an orphan and poor and all that.

He reckoned that his dad was a pilot in the RAF and that's why he wasn't around. Loads of people called him on it and lads that had gone to his infants school with him said that his dad had just fucked off and didn't have a job at all. All he wanted to do was be an RAF pilot.

By the time we were getting to the age where we had to pick subjects and all that, see the careers people etc. most lads had grown out of wanting to be jet pilots or train drivers etc. The posh kids that would have made the grade to get into the school when it was a grammar school, all wanted to be doctors and work with computers (the BBC Micro and Acorn Electron were all the rage) and all the normal kids were gearing up to work in one of the local factories or go into the infantry. Tolman was still on about being an RAF pilot. The old grammar teachers told him he was too stupid (literally) and that they wouldn't take him in their classes if he applied to take the subjects they taught. A few of the new style teachers were very encouraging, and told us all that if we worked hard, there was no reason why we couldn't be anything we wanted to be when we left school and Tolman used that as his basis of a tactical plan.

Eventually, the careers people and the head of year sat him down and pointed out he would need A-C in Maths, Physics and English as a minimum. That was an issue as he was in the bottom set for everything and was going to be restricted to getting grades E as a maximum. He wouldn't have it and said that he would work hard to achieve his dream of being an RAF pilot. They ended up they set him a really basic physics exam and he got about 4% on it and they refused to let him take it. They made him take combined sciences which was new at the time and pretty useless. Still, undeterred he was adamant he was going to be an RAF pilot. By now he's getting on everyone's tits and even I started bullying him and telling him he was a stupid pudendum who wouldn't even get in the RAF as a mechanic because he was too thick for that and too unfit for basic training.

We all did our exams and I got a job before my results came out and didn't go to the school to get my results, so I didn't see anyone and don't know what they did or how they got on. But, about three months later I saw Tolman wearing a grey store coat with the Iceland logo on it in the town centre. He had temporarily opted for a career in the trolley pushing business and I'm ashamed to say I pointed out that it was almost similar to flying Tornadoes, he said that it was still his plan and in fact he had an appointment in the RAF/ARMY Careers Office in a week or so.

I saw him again about two years later, he was still on trolleys, but also did shelves sometimes. Apparently, there had been some resistance by the Air Force to recruit Tolman as a pilot. Indeed there was resistance to recruit him for anything. He had been passed onto the Army and he had a vague plan that he would become a fighter pilot, via the well known route of joining the infantry, learning to fly helicopters and then transferring his skills to the cockpit of a tornado.
The issue he had was the army recruiting sergeant was a Welsh Guardsman called Andy Carter who detested anyone that wasn't white and wasn't supremely fit. He had a pull up bar screwed into his door frame and if anyone couldn't manage less than 20 pull ups he wouldn't have them in the Guards. Less than 10 and he wouldn't have them in the army. Not even the Green Jackets. Tolman had managed to reach the bar and that was about it. So, here he was building his upper body strength and stamina by pushing trolleys and stacking shelves, knowing that one day he could fulfil his dream of becoming an RAF pilot.

I literally didn't see him again for about 22 years. I bumped into him in a Morrisons. He had about nine kids with him, all as scruffy as he used to be and his wife was fat as fornicate and no oil painting, but I was just pleased to see that he had a family. I asked him if he ever made it into the air force and alas, he hadn't, but he was a Scout leader. He couldn't talk for long as he was technically working and about 5 minutes after I spoke to him I saw him getting bollocked by a 19 year old assistant manager (groceries) for fornicating up a display of sausages.

The point to this long story is, there is something out there for all of us. Fury is a boxer and that's all he can be. Tolman was destined for a career in supermarkets. If we try and be anything else its pointless and we wouldn't fit in, even if by some miracle we made it. Horses for courses and all that.

[Boxerbeetle]

bullshit.
I know plenty of doctors who dont have 10 percent of fury's native wit. If fury can be dedicated enough to become a world champ , he could , with maturity , have the discipline it takes to get his degree. He might be a bit mad at times, but he is nobodies mug. If he really wanted to do it, he would, i've no doubt about that.

You must be on the wind-up with that post

Fury becoming a fully qualified doctor is about as likely as Jeremy Hunt becoming the undisputed lineal heavyweight champion of the world.

I went to a school, that until my first year had been a posh grammar/boarding school. They closed two Secondary Modern schools and then merged with the Grammar school. The mix between the posh kids and the kids from the town was messy. Especially when the travellers were introduced. About half the teachers from the grammar days stayed on and half transferred from the Secondary Modern's into the new flag-ship Comprehensive. The Grammar school teachers still insisted on wearing those old fashioned gowns, they also called you by your surname and would hit you every now and again (even though corporal punishment had pretty much been banned).

Anyway, we had this kid called Gareth Tolman. He was a right thick pudendum. His Dad wasn't around and he was on free dinners, never had the right bits of uniform and still wore those black plimsolls (with the weird circle grip things and a bit of elastic) when we did PE. He got bullied a fair bit, nothing physical, just being called an orphan and poor and all that.

He reckoned that his dad was a pilot in the RAF and that's why he wasn't around. Loads of people called him on it and lads that had gone to his infants school with him said that his dad had just fucked off and didn't have a job at all. All he wanted to do was be an RAF pilot.

By the time we were getting to the age where we had to pick subjects and all that, see the careers people etc. most lads had grown out of wanting to be jet pilots or train drivers etc. The posh kids that would have made the grade to get into the school when it was a grammar school, all wanted to be doctors and work with computers (the BBC Micro and Acorn Electron were all the rage) and all the normal kids were gearing up to work in one of the local factories or go into the infantry. Tolman was still on about being an RAF pilot. The old grammar teachers told him he was too stupid (literally) and that they wouldn't take him in their classes if he applied to take the subjects they taught. A few of the new style teachers were very encouraging, and told us all that if we worked hard, there was no reason why we couldn't be anything we wanted to be when we left school and Tolman used that as his basis of a tactical plan.

Eventually, the careers people and the head of year sat him down and pointed out he would need A-C in Maths, Physics and English as a minimum. That was an issue as he was in the bottom set for everything and was going to be restricted to getting grades E as a maximum. He wouldn't have it and said that he would work hard to achieve his dream of being an RAF pilot. They ended up they set him a really basic physics exam and he got about 4% on it and they refused to let him take it. They made him take combined sciences which was new at the time and pretty useless. Still, undeterred he was adamant he was going to be an RAF pilot. By now he's getting on everyone's tits and even I started bullying him and telling him he was a stupid pudendum who wouldn't even get in the RAF as a mechanic because he was too thick for that and too unfit for basic training.

We all did our exams and I got a job before my results came out and didn't go to the school to get my results, so I didn't see anyone and don't know what they did or how they got on. But, about three months later I saw Tolman wearing a grey store coat with the Iceland logo on it in the town centre. He had temporarily opted for a career in the trolley pushing business and I'm ashamed to say I pointed out that it was almost similar to flying Tornadoes, he said that it was still his plan and in fact he had an appointment in the RAF/ARMY Careers Office in a week or so.

I saw him again about two years later, he was still on trolleys, but also did shelves sometimes. Apparently, there had been some resistance by the Air Force to recruit Tolman as a pilot. Indeed there was resistance to recruit him for anything. He had been passed onto the Army and he had a vague plan that he would become a fighter pilot, via the well known route of joining the infantry, learning to fly helicopters and then transferring his skills to the cockpit of a tornado.
The issue he had was the army recruiting sergeant was a Welsh Guardsman called Andy Carter who detested anyone that wasn't white and wasn't supremely fit. He had a pull up bar screwed into his door frame and if anyone couldn't manage less than 20 pull ups he wouldn't have them in the Guards. Less than 10 and he wouldn't have them in the army. Not even the Green Jackets. Tolman had managed to reach the bar and that was about it. So, here he was building his upper body strength and stamina by pushing trolleys and stacking shelves, knowing that one day he could fulfil his dream of becoming an RAF pilot.

I literally didn't see him again for about 22 years. I bumped into him in a Morrisons. He had about nine kids with him, all as scruffy as he used to be and his wife was fat as eff and no oil painting, but I was just pleased to see that he had a family. I asked him if he ever made it into the air force and alas, he hadn't, but he was a Scout leader. He couldn't talk for long as he was technically working and about 5 minutes after I spoke to him I saw him getting bollocked by a 19 year old assistant manager (groceries) for effing up a display of sausages.

The point to this long story is, there is something out there for all of us. Fury is a boxer and that's all he can be. Tolman was destined for a career in supermarkets. If we try and be anything else its pointless and we wouldn't fit in, even if by some miracle we made it. Horses for courses and all that.

Damnit, I was hoping for a happy ending where he ended up becoming an ace fighter pilot

[oogiebe]

^^^LMFAO!!!^^^

[calmdown]

I was also expecting an ending where he became a pilot and was a consultant on Top Gun. Disappointed.

[CharlesListon]

You must be on the wind-up with that post

Fury becoming a fully qualified doctor is about as likely as Jeremy Hunt becoming the undisputed lineal heavyweight champion of the world.

I went to a school, that until my first year had been a posh grammar/boarding school. They closed two Secondary Modern schools and then merged with the Grammar school. The mix between the posh kids and the kids from the town was messy. Especially when the travellers were introduced. About half the teachers from the grammar days stayed on and half transferred from the Secondary Modern's into the new flag-ship Comprehensive. The Grammar school teachers still insisted on wearing those old fashioned gowns, they also called you by your surname and would hit you every now and again (even though corporal punishment had pretty much been banned).

Anyway, we had this kid called Gareth Tolman. He was a right thick pudendum. His Dad wasn't around and he was on free dinners, never had the right bits of uniform and still wore those black plimsolls (with the weird circle grip things and a bit of elastic) when we did PE. He got bullied a fair bit, nothing physical, just being called an orphan and poor and all that.

He reckoned that his dad was a pilot in the RAF and that's why he wasn't around. Loads of people called him on it and lads that had gone to his infants school with him said that his dad had just fucked off and didn't have a job at all. All he wanted to do was be an RAF pilot.

By the time we were getting to the age where we had to pick subjects and all that, see the careers people etc. most lads had grown out of wanting to be jet pilots or train drivers etc. The posh kids that would have made the grade to get into the school when it was a grammar school, all wanted to be doctors and work with computers (the BBC Micro and Acorn Electron were all the rage) and all the normal kids were gearing up to work in one of the local factories or go into the infantry. Tolman was still on about being an RAF pilot. The old grammar teachers told him he was too stupid (literally) and that they wouldn't take him in their classes if he applied to take the subjects they taught. A few of the new style teachers were very encouraging, and told us all that if we worked hard, there was no reason why we couldn't be anything we wanted to be when we left school and Tolman used that as his basis of a tactical plan.

Eventually, the careers people and the head of year sat him down and pointed out he would need A-C in Maths, Physics and English as a minimum. That was an issue as he was in the bottom set for everything and was going to be restricted to getting grades E as a maximum. He wouldn't have it and said that he would work hard to achieve his dream of being an RAF pilot. They ended up they set him a really basic physics exam and he got about 4% on it and they refused to let him take it. They made him take combined sciences which was new at the time and pretty useless. Still, undeterred he was adamant he was going to be an RAF pilot. By now he's getting on everyone's tits and even I started bullying him and telling him he was a stupid pudendum who wouldn't even get in the RAF as a mechanic because he was too thick for that and too unfit for basic training.

We all did our exams and I got a job before my results came out and didn't go to the school to get my results, so I didn't see anyone and don't know what they did or how they got on. But, about three months later I saw Tolman wearing a grey store coat with the Iceland logo on it in the town centre. He had temporarily opted for a career in the trolley pushing business and I'm ashamed to say I pointed out that it was almost similar to flying Tornadoes, he said that it was still his plan and in fact he had an appointment in the RAF/ARMY Careers Office in a week or so.

I saw him again about two years later, he was still on trolleys, but also did shelves sometimes. Apparently, there had been some resistance by the Air Force to recruit Tolman as a pilot. Indeed there was resistance to recruit him for anything. He had been passed onto the Army and he had a vague plan that he would become a fighter pilot, via the well known route of joining the infantry, learning to fly helicopters and then transferring his skills to the cockpit of a tornado.
The issue he had was the army recruiting sergeant was a Welsh Guardsman called Andy Carter who detested anyone that wasn't white and wasn't supremely fit. He had a pull up bar screwed into his door frame and if anyone couldn't manage less than 20 pull ups he wouldn't have them in the Guards. Less than 10 and he wouldn't have them in the army. Not even the Green Jackets. Tolman had managed to reach the bar and that was about it. So, here he was building his upper body strength and stamina by pushing trolleys and stacking shelves, knowing that one day he could fulfil his dream of becoming an RAF pilot.

I literally didn't see him again for about 22 years. I bumped into him in a Morrisons. He had about nine kids with him, all as scruffy as he used to be and his wife was fat as eff and no oil painting, but I was just pleased to see that he had a family. I asked him if he ever made it into the air force and alas, he hadn't, but he was a Scout leader. He couldn't talk for long as he was technically working and about 5 minutes after I spoke to him I saw him getting bollocked by a 19 year old assistant manager (groceries) for effing up a display of sausages.

The point to this long story is, there is something out there for all of us. Fury is a boxer and that's all he can be. Tolman was destined for a career in supermarkets. If we try and be anything else its pointless and we wouldn't fit in, even if by some miracle we made it. Horses for courses and all that.

Damnit, I was hoping for a happy ending where he ended up becoming an ace fighter pilot

When I saw him again after 20 plus years, I immediately hoped that he would say that he had at least ended up doing something in the RAF, but within a nanosecond I realised that of course he hadn't. Poor fornicator. He always looked tired when he was a kid, not physically tired or short of sleep, just tired in another sense that I can't properly explain.
He looked fornicating knackered when I saw him again when we were both about 43/44.

I think in the entire history of our school, my year was the only year that no one actually achieved anything from. No doctors, no lawyers, no sports stars, no actors, fornicate all. All the other years did. I blame the grammar school teachers not knowing how, or wanting to teach us and the modern teachers for concentrating too much on the old grammar school kids. We were left to rot. We were also the first lot to change from O levels to GCSE. Obviously, it is everyone's fault but my own.

[dookus]

I went to a school, that until my first year had been a posh grammar/boarding school. They closed two Secondary Modern schools and then merged with the Grammar school. The mix between the posh kids and the kids from the town was messy. Especially when the travellers were introduced. About half the teachers from the grammar days stayed on and half transferred from the Secondary Modern's into the new flag-ship Comprehensive. The Grammar school teachers still insisted on wearing those old fashioned gowns, they also called you by your surname and would hit you every now and again (even though corporal punishment had pretty much been banned).

Anyway, we had this kid called Gareth Tolman. He was a right thick pudendum. His Dad wasn't around and he was on free dinners, never had the right bits of uniform and still wore those black plimsolls (with the weird circle grip things and a bit of elastic) when we did PE. He got bullied a fair bit, nothing physical, just being called an orphan and poor and all that.

He reckoned that his dad was a pilot in the RAF and that's why he wasn't around. Loads of people called him on it and lads that had gone to his infants school with him said that his dad had just fucked off and didn't have a job at all. All he wanted to do was be an RAF pilot.

By the time we were getting to the age where we had to pick subjects and all that, see the careers people etc. most lads had grown out of wanting to be jet pilots or train drivers etc. The posh kids that would have made the grade to get into the school when it was a grammar school, all wanted to be doctors and work with computers (the BBC Micro and Acorn Electron were all the rage) and all the normal kids were gearing up to work in one of the local factories or go into the infantry. Tolman was still on about being an RAF pilot. The old grammar teachers told him he was too stupid (literally) and that they wouldn't take him in their classes if he applied to take the subjects they taught. A few of the new style teachers were very encouraging, and told us all that if we worked hard, there was no reason why we couldn't be anything we wanted to be when we left school and Tolman used that as his basis of a tactical plan.

Eventually, the careers people and the head of year sat him down and pointed out he would need A-C in Maths, Physics and English as a minimum. That was an issue as he was in the bottom set for everything and was going to be restricted to getting grades E as a maximum. He wouldn't have it and said that he would work hard to achieve his dream of being an RAF pilot. They ended up they set him a really basic physics exam and he got about 4% on it and they refused to let him take it. They made him take combined sciences which was new at the time and pretty useless. Still, undeterred he was adamant he was going to be an RAF pilot. By now he's getting on everyone's tits and even I started bullying him and telling him he was a stupid pudendum who wouldn't even get in the RAF as a mechanic because he was too thick for that and too unfit for basic training.

We all did our exams and I got a job before my results came out and didn't go to the school to get my results, so I didn't see anyone and don't know what they did or how they got on. But, about three months later I saw Tolman wearing a grey store coat with the Iceland logo on it in the town centre. He had temporarily opted for a career in the trolley pushing business and I'm ashamed to say I pointed out that it was almost similar to flying Tornadoes, he said that it was still his plan and in fact he had an appointment in the RAF/ARMY Careers Office in a week or so.

I saw him again about two years later, he was still on trolleys, but also did shelves sometimes. Apparently, there had been some resistance by the Air Force to recruit Tolman as a pilot. Indeed there was resistance to recruit him for anything. He had been passed onto the Army and he had a vague plan that he would become a fighter pilot, via the well known route of joining the infantry, learning to fly helicopters and then transferring his skills to the cockpit of a tornado.
The issue he had was the army recruiting sergeant was a Welsh Guardsman called Andy Carter who detested anyone that wasn't white and wasn't supremely fit. He had a pull up bar screwed into his door frame and if anyone couldn't manage less than 20 pull ups he wouldn't have them in the Guards. Less than 10 and he wouldn't have them in the army. Not even the Green Jackets. Tolman had managed to reach the bar and that was about it. So, here he was building his upper body strength and stamina by pushing trolleys and stacking shelves, knowing that one day he could fulfil his dream of becoming an RAF pilot.

I literally didn't see him again for about 22 years. I bumped into him in a Morrisons. He had about nine kids with him, all as scruffy as he used to be and his wife was fat as eff and no oil painting, but I was just pleased to see that he had a family. I asked him if he ever made it into the air force and alas, he hadn't, but he was a Scout leader. He couldn't talk for long as he was technically working and about 5 minutes after I spoke to him I saw him getting bollocked by a 19 year old assistant manager (groceries) for effing up a display of sausages.

The point to this long story is, there is something out there for all of us. Fury is a boxer and that's all he can be. Tolman was destined for a career in supermarkets. If we try and be anything else its pointless and we wouldn't fit in, even if by some miracle we made it. Horses for courses and all that.

Damnit, I was hoping for a happy ending where he ended up becoming an ace fighter pilot

When I saw him again after 20 plus years, I immediately hoped that he would say that he had at least ended up doing something in the RAF, but within a nanosecond I realised that of course he hadn't. Poor fornicator. He always looked tired when he was a kid, not physically tired or short of sleep, just tired in another sense that I can't properly explain.
He looked effing knackered when I saw him again when we were both about 43/44.

I think in the entire history of our school, my year was the only year that no one actually achieved anything from. No doctors, no lawyers, no sports stars, no actors, eff all. All the other years did. I blame the grammar school teachers not knowing how, or wanting to teach us and the modern teachers for concentrating too much on the old grammar school kids. We were left to rot. We were also the first lot to change from O levels to GCSE. Obviously, it is everyone's fault but my own.

On the bright side, you do tell a good story

[oogiebe]

^^^LMAO!^^^

[PredatorHayds]

Can we start a JustGiving page or does anyone have military connections to get this daft sod in the RAF.
Stick him on that show with Davina when she forfills dreams in 12 months time.

[oogiebe]

Can we start a JustGiving page or does anyone have military connections to get this daft sod in the RAF.
Stick him on that show with Davina when she forfills dreams in 12 months time.

LMFAO!!! Where do I send my check!!!

[PredatorHayds]

Can we start a JustGiving page or does anyone have military connections to get this daft sod in the RAF.
Stick him on that show with Davina when she forfills dreams in 12 months time.

LMFAO!!! Where do I send my check!!!

Can we get his number and prank call him.
Say I’m Squadron leader Charles Bonham-Smythe and we’ve found a administrative error from years ago and he’s now been accepted to Fly our fighter jets in Afghanistan. See what he says?

[Boxerbeetle]

Can we start a JustGiving page or does anyone have military connections to get this daft sod in the RAF.
Stick him on that show with Davina when she forfills dreams in 12 months time.

LMFAO!!! Where do I send my check!!!

Can we get his number and prank call him.
Say I’m Squadron leader Charles Bonham-Smythe and we’ve found a administrative error from years ago and he’s now been accepted to Fly our fighter jets in Afghanistan. See what he says?

He’ll probably just go on a 20 minute rant about being scared of no man born from his mother

[Boxerbeetle]

Can we start a JustGiving page or does anyone have military connections to get this daft sod in the RAF.
Stick him on that show with Davina when she forfills dreams in 12 months time.

LMFAO!!! Where do I send my check!!!

Can we get his number and prank call him.
Say I’m Squadron leader Charles Bonham-Smythe and we’ve found a administrative error from years ago and he’s now been accepted to Fly our fighter jets in Afghanistan. See what he says?

Actually, didn’t Tyson accidentally get his mobile number posted on Twitter, and instead of changing the number or deleting the tweet like most celebs would, he spent about 2 days chatting sh!t to anyone who rang him for a laugh

[mickey1975]

And a gang of lads tweeted him to meet him in Nando’s and he actually turned up.

[oogiebe]

And a gang of lads tweeted him to meet him in Nando’s and he actually turned up.

That is awesome. I have to give it to the bloke, he is consistently off the wall! People's champ! LMAO!

[bripez]

Fook me, that RAF story is one if the funniest/saddest/most poignant things I have read in ages, I am welling up here.

[CharlesListon]

Fook me, that RAF story is one if the funniest/saddest/most poignant things I have read in ages, I am welling up here.

It is a sad story really. The poor twat literally went through the whole 5 years of comprehensive school without a single mate. He had gone to different infants and juniors to me, but clearly hadn't made any friends there. He was shit at everything. He wasn't on any of the sports teams, wasn't funny, wasn't anywhere near clever enough to hang out with the library kids. I have no idea what he used to do each dinner time.

I wasn't a complete pudendum and I didn't ever properly bully him and to be fair, after about the first year not many people did bully him as it was so pointless. There was a rumour he couldn't do his laces up, which was why he wore those £1 plimsolls throughout school and he always wore slip-ons, which were fashionable when we were in the first year, but not after that. Even if we raised enough money to buy him a commission in the air force, he would struggle to shut the lifty uppy sunroof thing they have in the cock-pits of planes. There was no way he was ever going to be a pilot and to be fair virtually everyone he encountered told him so, but the nugget head wouldn't listen.

We were a right weird school looking back., There was an oriental boy called Fong. He literally never spoke a word the whole time he was in school. Even the teachers wouldn't ask him questions. He was another one, no mates at all. Probably didn't help he refused to speak. His shorts were always massive in PE and he was a really funny shape. He was egg shaped and his head looked like a cliff. Ignorant really. Disappeared off the face of the earth after we left school. He would just sit and blink at you.

No one bullied him in case he was a Bruce Lee type.

[calmdown]

And a gang of lads tweeted him to meet him in Nando’s and he actually turned up.

To be fair he was probably going there anyway.