To seriously question bloody Nina's credentials?

[cheekyseamonkey]

this may be a distraction from all the depressing real world threads on here.

I mean it's all smoke & mirrors i'n't it? Why do onions make us cry? Let's use a microscope to look at the cell structure. (good start). Then let's piss off to the Eden project just to look at a mister, because it explains how the juice sprays in the air.

No explanation of why onions do & other veg don't (I may write to Mr Bloom).

AND stop wearing that double breasted, margarine yellow belted jacket! It's foul & makes you look 3 feet wide!!!

FFS Nina, did you even get a C at double award science?!

I'm now picturing CSI CBeebies with Nina, exclaiming about Nisha's murrrrderr & choosing which fecking neuron to use (not that they serve any purpose), to solve the case. It could be an EE style murder with 6 suspectswith dopey alibis & equal motive.

But then of course, Nina won't solve it, she'll just take some random chdren & take them to The Body Farm to study unrelated decomposition.

Aitch no...I nc a while back I wanted this name, saw there was a poster who had been on about 3 years back and thought everyone would have forgotten her. Have since found out I was wrong! You're the 3rd person to ask!

I was MumblingRagDoll and numerous other names before that. Nobody will know me in my old names though....and even now I am assumed to be someone else!

[mumbles and mutters bitterly]

of COURSE i know mumblingragdoll, don't be daft. but bandofmothers was a great girl, so people will remember her also.

ohhh- mini cbeebies related hijack- BUT I saw a Baby Jake doll in Tesco today, and am very, very scared.....[bgrin]

I watched Nina today, and it really jarred when she actually said 'we scientists'. Yep- you poor, deluded bit part actress you- you are a SCIENTIST

and Nisha and her stoopid smile can bugger off

Eeew, was it a real baby's head stapled to a Teletubbie?

Well thank you Aitch I may have to namechange again though as I feel like I have someone elses shoes on.

She bloody lied about the onion spray - it's a gas. LOOK:

As onions are sliced, cells are broken which generate sulphenic acids. These acids are rearranged by an enzyme, called lachrymatory factor synthase or LFS, releasing a volatile gas known as the onion lachrymatory factor or LF. The LF gas diffuses through the air and eventually reaches the eye, where it activates sensory neurons, creating a stinging sensation. Tear glands produce tears to dilute and flush out the irritant.

My DH and I reckon she moonlights as a porn star. (Not really sure why, must be something to do with the pigtails and lots of makeup.) So we amuse ourselves on a weekend morning, making juvenile "fnaar, fnaar" comments while sitting on the sofa in our dressing gowns, drinking tea and eating biscuits. Gotta love cbeebies!

Right Bear, that's it, the final straw! I'm boycotting my license fee. Once I can be arsed to stop the automatic payment thingy.

cheekymonkey - I think csi nina would use her sense of taste

The other day my DD (3) pointed to the visible workings on a lift and said "That's a pulley" I said "Wow how do you know that?" thinking probably from DH or nursery. Her reply was one word, "Nina". The woman can do no wrong in my book!

I was asked about the Archimedes screw today. No one should ever have to explain that first thing in the morning BC (before coffee).

I aalso think Kerry hates Nisha (or is she Misha?) And Kerry seems to get in there first with introducing all the programmes. Some serious competition going on there.

I'm also a little in love with Mr Bloom...

The woman has the bloke off of 'Gimmie Gimmie Gimmie' living in her head! Dressed up as a neuron! Give the yellow coat a break, it's a miracle she can get herself dressed in the morning.

wahwahwah you could always take the asker to the Obsevatory Science Centre in Herstmonceaux (sp?) - they have a giant Archimedes screw in the garden that you can turn and send a ball up to the top that then goes along another ramp and corkscrews down again.

It's a great place, a bit like something out of a doomy 50s British sci fi film. We went on Sunday.

Mmmmmm Mr Bloom...I so would.