Advice you'd give your teenage self on how to be less of a twat

PEOPLE wax lyrical about the wisdom they’d impart to their younger selves, but to be honest you just needed some easy-to-follow tips for being less of a bellend. Like these.

Remember you are off your head on hormones

Hormones distort your perception of everything. It’s possible that Keeley Jones in your form group is not the most beautiful female since Helen of Troy, and your incredibly deep and spiritual love for her is mainly the result of tits and living in the same catchment area.

Micromanaging your hair is pointless

A large chunk of teenage life is spent fretting about your hair and attempting to dye, highlight or style it in a way that will somehow unlock the secrets of popularity and sex. Hair does not have these magical properties, so assuming you don’t have a bowl cut aged 15, accept that your hair looks as good as it ever will and stop wasting your f**king time. 

Learn to roll a joint

Teenage you may as well pick this low-hanging fruit. It’s not that hard to build an acceptable joint, which will earn you kudos now, throughout uni and at the odd adult dinner party, so it’s well worth persevering with the soggy Rizlas. 

Learn evolutionary psychology

Wondering why you’re desperate to fit in with your peers? You’ve evolved with a strong urge to be part of a human tribe, rather than a snack for a sabre-toothed tiger. And that’s why you hate it when Liam Pickford calls you a ‘batty boy’ and everyone laughs – it’s just an irrational fear of being eaten. He’s still going to punch you in the back of the head when you’re not expecting it, though.

Ruthlessly cut your losses with people you fancy

Adults know people usually decide whether they will sleep with you within seconds of meeting, and no amount of time spent creepily hanging around in the Friend Zone is going to change that. If you’re not getting anywhere, give up immediately. This sounds cynical, but it’ll avoid a lot of hassle and is distinctly less stalkerish – always a good thing in a romantic situation.

Go and do some f**king coursework

Do some NOW. It’s an easy way to be ahead in the written exam and it’s incredibly miserable doing it at 2am the night before your third but final deadline you had to beg Mrs Fincher for.

Music isn’t very important

Basically, very few people are going to have sex with you because you own a couple of Sonic Youth albums. As an adult, you know this from tedious experience. Also, don’t be fooled into thinking musicians have anything important to say. The NME still thinks Jarvis Cocker is a godlike genius and he’s yet to do anything genuinely impressive like building a fusion reactor.

Clothes can only do so much 

The right clothes and trainers can only do so much to improve the raw materials, ie. your gangly, spotty self. So don’t obsess about what you wear. Obviously it suits Adidas, Levi’s, Shein, etc. for you to keep giving them your money but don’t play their game. Your self-respect will be sky-high and you’ll have cash spare to drink cheap cider on the children’s swings.

Man forced to do half-arsed job at home due to Storm Ciarán

AN office worker has been forced to lazily send just two emails from home today due to Storm Ciarán.

Martin Bishop has been told not to come into the office today due to the dangerous weather, meaning he has no alternative but to do the bare minimum from the comfort of his sofa instead.

He said: “Usually I’d have slouched into work half an hour late by now, ready for a busy day of idly switching between tabs and taking 20-minute loo breaks. But thanks to the wind I have to work with Homes Under the Hammer on in the background.

“I’ll try and get started by aimlessly scrolling through my inbox, then I’ll treat myself to a well-earned break for a couple of hours before doing the washing-up. Hopefully that should see me through until lunch.

“This afternoon I’ve got a meeting, but so long as I move my mouse every few minutes I can get away with doing something else like having a wank. At five to five I’ll hastily rattle off a couple of emails, then it’s quitting time.

“I’d be slightly more productive if I was in the office, but this blasted weather really has put me in a corner. God forbid it lasts until tomorrow and I essentially get a four-day weekend. I don’t think I could cope.”

Bishop’s boss Nikki Hollis said: “Why doesn’t he just pull a sickie like the rest of us? Amateur.”