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sounds lovely! 
the biggest mistake ive ever made was accepting my mum on facebook. I got tagged in these rather explicit photos my mate posted to piss me off. My mum ended up seeing them, added the girl who was also tagged and started arguing with her on her wall, so everyone could see. Possibly the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me
like you tag someone in a photo, so if me and you had a photo together, our names would pop up when you hover over the photo
QUOTE=fran-MLs little camera;604453]What's tagging. When explaining pretend I know nothing (you won't be far wrong!).[/QUOTE]
well Fran, you chase me across the playground and touch my arm, back or chest and then run off in the other direction. I have then been "tagged". Then I have to chase off and find someone else to "tag". Under certain rules I can't "tag" you straight back, but have to find someone else to "tag" first.
I give you "Tagging".... thank you.
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well Fran, you chase me across the playground and touch my arm, back or chest and then run off in the other direction. I have then been "tagged". Then I have to chase off and find someone else to "tag". Under certain rules I can't "tag" you straight back, but have to find someone else to "tag" first.
I give you "Tagging".... thank you.
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Fatletiss's version sounds more fun, though my running days are well over. If I'm going to catch anyone I have to spike their drinks first!
Now understand NorthLondonSaints problem though. Have to say I never embarass my son..well apart from living and breathing of course (and asking stupid questions about modern technology).
Now understand NorthLondonSaints problem though. Have to say I never embarass my son..well apart from living and breathing of course (and asking stupid questions about modern technology).
well Fran, you chase me across the playground and touch my arm, back or chest and then run off in the other direction. I have then been "tagged". Then I have to chase off and find someone else to "tag". Under certain rules I can't "tag" you straight back, but have to find someone else to "tag" first.
I give you "Tagging".... thank you.
[[/QUOTE]We used to call that.....It when I was younger. Your it as they touched you we used to call.
We called it 'IT' as well...is this a southern thing. In the north, it's called mugging
Mr H.Saint...
(having witnessed several of the younger cast members of my family have their lives explode in their faces as a result of inappropriate facebook entries I feel its best left well alone)