Here's One For Our Erik, Who I reckon Knows His Stuff alright, Innit*

quote:

Originally posted by JWM:
As a matter of interest, anyone going to the doyen of Rowing?

(As it happens - for the first time since '92 - it seems unlikely that I can go this year, but since it's in my consciousness at the moment, being the second half of this week, thought I'd ask...)

James

As matter of interest my beloved long Gawn Grannie's ex neighbour and friend was a certain Lady Reign (who was 90 odd when I met her as a child) and something to do with the Admiralty I believe! She told me of how as a young Gel she'd presented flowers to Queen Victoria at Henley (my Grannie always watching her best bone china tea service intensly as it wobbled in her presence (never a bit busted though), and she told me tales I'd never repeat.


Fritz von Quite a fascinating old Lady ,as was my own Grandmother though much younger & a Husband brilliantly drunk (Alec G style) though a WWII and Korea Officer, and his only son (my Mothers only brother) dying so young and recently, being, ex RN PTI, Ex Hampshire Constabulary, and the last few years as a Lecturer in Yorkshire Uni's (aged 57).

Bloody Yorkshire Humour that done him I reckon*

P.S. I did personally go there once as a Scout of all bloody things*

That was no fucking penalty, unlucky OZ*

Fritz von Please note (like the majority of my posts) this last comment was on air some 7 minutes earlier than the following Italy - Australia thread, innit*

I repeat that was no penalty*

The German Commentary last night was unbearable almost during the England - Equador game (RTL) I sincerely hope I wont hear anymore of that crap (Parry Pure so it was³)


You know me*

Surely Our Luigi's ready for new Hairy ball's now?



Fritz von Shudduppa Your Face ***

quote:

Originally posted by Berlin Fritz:

The German Commentary last night was unbearable almost during the England - Equador game (RTL) I sincerely hope I wont hear anymore of that crap (Parry Pure so it was³)

You know me*

You missed that "innit*" of yours for sure...

P.S. Just for yet another reminder for the record, although never having met Our Mick, I'm sure he's quite a decent chap and a bloke to have a drink with in the Old Gluepot in the long run !(so long as Mrs Mick ensures he doesn't forget his bloody wallet again that is) and I'm positive whils't he's discussing Brasso with Our Adam, Mrs Mick and I would get along a treat, innit*


Fritz von I am very pleased and grateful to Portmouth FC (and Southsea that I knew well as a holidaying summer lad with my family) that they've made some very dissapointed young football fans very very happy by their sheer genorousity and kind-heartedness (unconditionally naturally, innit)*


Yours, Aye Aye, & Full Steam ahead Number 1*

I recall the first time rolling into Portmouth & Southsea Station from Waterloo and seeing the Sea under Our train, amazing stuff for a young lad* (and Hippys on the Isle of Wight)

Of course and then there was what Big Jock knew, innit*

quote:

Originally posted by Berlin Fritz:


What would you have done with said sqauddie our Fritz? Publically I would have had his platoon sgt. give him a good beasting. Privately I would have bought him a drink. Good on him says I. Big gonads

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Fritz von earlier NUM Chap's were probably some of the hardest & proudest people in the Country if the truth were to be known, that's why Maggie won by splitting up family's and kids.

The SAS used to be full of former miners and one of the reason why they are struggling to keep up numbers/standards is there are so few miners anymore. I worked with a wirey little welsh guards c/sgt once (ex-22) he was so small that out in the field all you could see was a seemingly self propelled bergen but he could out tab anyone. Hard as nails and brutally stoic. This comes from long hours of hard labour and growing up with the death of friends and families in mining accidents. Fiercely loyal too as befits anyone from closely knit mining communites. Men like these often made the very best soldiers. It used to be said that if you had to attack an enemy of vastly superior numbers you would use a Highland Regiment (many of which had large numbers of former miners)and if you had to hold out in defense through long months against vastly superior forces in a bitter war of atrition you would use Welsh Regiments (many of which had large numbers of former miners)- examples of this would be Gordon Highlanders storming the heights of Dargaiand Royal Regiment of Wales at Rorke's Drift

Erik von I'd have liked to have bought piper findlator a drink too

Depending on his age Our Erik, I'd probably have ensured he got a temporary Lance Jack to see how he got on*


Fritz von Goodnight, hard day at the face in the moaning I'm afraid*


Talking of Korea, I greatly enjoyed Michael Caines book a few years back (Sorry; Sir Michael at last) in which he pointed out that as one get's older the hairs in yer hooter grow quicker; and he's bloody well right too I can tell yers, it's a bloody right old pain in the arse at times, innit*


As you were Men*

Tweezers Old Chap tweezers, beats onions every time (Dip them in hot Gin first naturally)*


Fritz von Slowly though, or you'll wound yer internals, and use a Bally small mirror for Gawd's sake, I've seen chaps go at it willy nilly after a dip in the mess, and the whole bloody place looks like a goppin pigs arse afterwards*


One Chap burst his piles with a soldering iron! I thought there'd been a beheading in the bloody Wardroom*

quote:

Originally posted by Martin Payne:

quote:

They agree that there was something, but all of our physical laws are determined from observing our universe. How can you say anything about what's "outside" or "before" the universe when it can't be observed?

Also, there are some weird effects from the curvature of space, which mean there isn't really a true edge, so you can't go past the edge to see what's "outside".

This is, in fact, almost impossible to visualise.

cheers, Martin

Apparently Bono has the same prob when he goes on the piss afore a Jig!*



Fritz von Maybe it's time for this thread to stop talking a load of old Bollocks� and be original for once without quoting everything that's fashionable?


Just a thought, innit*

quote:

One Chap burst his piles with a soldering iron! I thought there'd been a beheading in the bloody Wardroom*

Jezzus Fritz, Mental Pictures an allthat!
Did it cure em?

Beano

quote:

Originally posted by Berlin Fritz:
Tweezers Old Chap tweezers, beats onions every time (Dip them in hot Gin first naturally)*


Fritz von Slowly though, or you'll wound yer internals, and use a Bally small mirror for Gawd's sake, I've seen chaps go at it willy nilly after a dip in the mess, and the whole bloody place looks like a goppin pigs arse afterwards*

Im too much of a wimp for tweezers (I aint never worked down a mine). Nasal strimmers are quick and painless and you can then drink the gin.

Actually the details in the link about storming the heights at Dargai is slightly different to the story as I first heard it. Yes, many British regiments had already been repelled having suffered heavy losses.

Any further attempts to take the Heights were deemed suicidal. However the Colonel of the Gordon Highlanders had other ideas as he stood before his men and called out in a loud voice...

'The General has ordered the Heights to be taken....The Gordon Highlanders will take the Heights!'

Stirring stuff.

Taken in the context of the time Our Erik, and the pressures befalling him and his men for not actually acting out the General's wishes, it truly is stirring stuff. Assuming that reports & dispatches are accurate (which many many years later proved to be otherwise on Oh so many occassions (even today as many would possibly agree with), the word 'stirring' to me is an anaethema, and a stupid one at that to be honest. Minimal risk and success with perfect timing are the key (though not to be abused by thingy politicians, and career orientated Senior Men (of which their are few I feel in this respect in Britain at least in today's Services).

Truly enough said the nightman*

Dear Fritz,

Just to let you know I looked at the flat in Worcester. It is not quite where I thought, but better, and is back from the road in an old mews road I think, behind some lovely old Victorian detached houses. Chip shop, no distance: Grocery shops no distance: Pubs no distance: Work about ten minutes on a bike (same in car), or half an hour max on shanks's pony!

I have to nail it.

All the best from Fredik

Yes but is there room for the hifi, Fred?!

Dear Jon,

It will fit right in, and that is fine. But mostly where the gramophone goes seems small beer next to wondering if I might have a job but not a house: so now I will catch up with all the things I ought to have done. Worry is paralysing actually.

Fredrik

Well, Fred, I have worries of my own, and they are not dissimilar to yours, believe it or not...viz. whilst I might have a house, I am wondering whether in a couple of months I will still have a job!

Cheers,

Jon

Dear Jon,

You certainly have my sympathy on that, speaking as someone who has already been made redundant twice! I was able to carry on in both cases for the new owner under reduced terms, and neither time did I get a penny in redundancy, as that was part of the deal to be allowed continued employment. In 1994 I was on £5 per hour, and now £5.50, so I understand inflation all too well. I was lucky for a while to suplement my income playing the bass profesionally as a freelance and that made a big difference, being about 30% of my income!

I am certain it is easier to live in house without a job, than be without a house whilst still having job. I was homeless for three weeks, but still employed...

I have never been without a job, but then I was never well enough qualified to be picky about choosing my job. I work physically very hard, and bring other things to the party as well, which gets a combination of jealously and respect depending on the person. My actual collegues adore me, and I effective lead whoever I work with - a fact recognised by the management - but not rewarded in any significant way. That can be tiring in itself.

Four years ago I got into Coventry University reading Civil Engineering, (which I wanted to do from childhood), having gained good A-levels in Maths (Applied and Pure), Physics, and Electronics, and this has caused alsorts of problems. I packed Uni in after six months on the verge of depression. Well it was diagnosed actually, but I decided that it was hopeless and signed out, to get a monumental bollucking of my Tutor and so on. Now I can't get another unskilled job, and not a decent skilled one either. Catch 22 if you like, and it is not funny! I was forty when I quit Uni. I left schoolat sixteen to work (unpaid) for my father (a farmer), who went bust three years later, and have slogged away in dead end jobs ever since, except for playing the bass for money and doing A-levels as a mature student, which is bloody hard I can tell you! I always just about kept my head above water financially...

In fact I certainly would have lost the plot over the last ten months if I were not were not working with two lovely collegues who I trained up: My Polish friends Jarek T and Pawel W, who adore me, and me them. The work itself is not particualrly to be mentioned in its dead end nature...

The Uni ctastrophe was down to me being the arch-perfectionist, which is not a character strength, it seems to me. I would call it a weakness, actually.

All the best from Fredrik

Looks like New High Tech Dustbins for you too Our Fredders, dunnit

Trust you enjoy the new drum>*

Regards,

Fritz

Our Mick Should Have A word, innit

Dear Fritz,

Plastic bins - whatever next!

Mick's link was more interesting. I used to play the bass in the Worcester Symphony Orchestra in between 1989 and 1993!

Buyr for now from Fredrik

So Fredrik,

You're moving to Worcester? From earlier posts, I understand you know where to get a good coffee, and a good Polish beer if the door staff aren't racist! I presume you also know where Audio Excellence are, in order to get good hifi

I'm staying in the US for another year (for my sins!), but get back occasionally. I'll let you know next time i'm in Malvern, and if you're happy to receive me, I'll bring a bottle of housewarming red.

Cheers,

phil

Hope It's bloody big bottle John, Our Fredders and his pals are drinking for Europe*


Fritz von It doesn't even touch the sides with those Chaps I hear!

quote:

Originally posted by Rasher:
I think after being conned by whichever lowlife scumbags did this, he deserves to go to something like that to make up for the disappointment. I hope that in the end he feels that he has come out on top.
I hope he has a great time and loves every minute.

IFA's do it every day of the week, though I suppose emotionally kids are more important than old ladies & other weak individuals who are easy prey?*


Fritz von Where's Arry*

Nag, Nag, Nag...


An attorney got home late one evening, after a very Taxing day trying to get a stay of execution for a Client, James Wright, who was due to be hanged for Murder at midnight.

His last-minute plea for clemency to the governor had Failed and he was feeling worn out and depressed. As soon as he got through the door at home, his wife Started on him about, What time of night do you call This? Where have you been?" and on and on.

Too shattered to play his usual role in this familiar Ritual, he went and poured himself a shot of whisky And headed off for a long hot soak in the bathtub Pursued by the predictable sarcastic remarks.

While he was in the bath, the phone rang. The wife Answered and was told that her husband's client had Been granted his stay of execution after all. Finally realizing what a day he must have had, she Decided to go upstairs to give him the good news.

As she opened the bathroom door, she was greeted by The sight of her husband's rear end as he was bent Over naked drying his legs and feet.

"They're not hanging Wright tonight," she said.

He whirled around and screamed, "FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, WOMAN, DON'T YOU EVER STOP




Innit*