Should The Communist 'Our Fidel' Finally Close ...

Probably the self-important use of capitals (reserved for me) me old paranoid cock. Ain 'um.

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Originally posted by Adam Meredith:
Probably the self-important use of capitals (reserved for me) me old paranoid cock. Ain 'um.

I'm not annoyed matey!


Fritz von Trust breakfast was good*


Have you cleaned your pipes*

P.S. Mr E.Pope's Thomas Hardy Ale (10 years old (minimum) and slightly chilled) with a dash of Dundee OVD Rum is rather jolly, well the seventh one is anyway*


Regards,

An Ant

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And of course, England won in '66 only because of the infamous goal that really wasn't one.


Fritz von Yawn³ Our Markus


Borrowed from the current WORLD FAMOUS Pink Rushdie Show wunnit:


"and the all white jury agreed"

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Probably the self-important use of capitals (reserved for me)

and ME

Regards

PB

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Fritz von So Our Adam's into Capital punishment then*

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Our Andy's Bloody quiet again, innee (It's Sunday I suppose), and guess which London Borough Forest Gate is in then? Yes You've got it Chaps, Newham!


Fritz von And guess which London Borough is twinned with my very own Charlottenburg, yes you win again Chaps, it's Lewisham, innit*


You couldn't make it up could yer?, wish I got paid for doin this though*

Great recent interview with the excellent Irwin Welsh, A serious Jock, with English as his Mother tongue living in Ireland (Very British).

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Originally posted by rocketboy:
Back when I used to play for a living I used a Matchless DC-30. I went through amps like crazy until I bought that one. The sound I had been hearing in my head my whole life. Sold it a couple of years ago and was told it is now on the road with Sheryl Crow.

These days I don't gig nearly as much but record a lot. I have been using a Dr. Z Carmen Ghia and really like it. Mike Zaike is a former Matchless employee, I believe. Great sounding amps, most of the Matchless mojo at a fraction of the cost.

Bloody Canadans from Canadia coming on here talking guitars and stuff, What d'yer think this is John, a bloody music forum or something?


Fritz von Why isn't it Washington BC then?

Some 25 years ago I visited my local 'German' GP (Berlin) and had an ultra-sonic scan (kidney on that occassion). I was interested to recently see that (NOW) British trainee Doctors are being taught with this technology (for diagnosis porpoises) in the UK as if it's something new (as good as it is, pregnancies etc). An ex of mine was a nurse here who briefly worked at the ex BMH (British Military Hospital) (1 top floor for Hess alone, yes that is Rudolf, or rather was) and resigned in disgust at the terrible conditions in the place (wasn't under German law, like in UK with many establishments that come under the Crown and don't come anywhere near usual standards of er, normality in their fields, if indeed not Law /that's the point) ask Our Mick. The full body scan question put on here by me, er some six months afore as usual was ignored, and I do actually find the Danish post interesting, though also remind myself that he/she like myself are/is not a Doctor, though an experienced reader and interpretor of Data to pass onto the 'learned professional' to make their judgement, innit.


Fritz von Placebo's also have a great role to play, and scanning for the sake of it can quite likely induce Paranoia and extreme neurotisism too.

Our Adam says so too, and he's a thingy*

Dear Fritz,

I am obviously not a medical person, and I don't know the answers to the Question regarding this particular story, which is what I think you are alluding to: My Thread about the Brain-scan as reported on 6th June on Radio Four?

I mst say that such questions are interesting to me though, obviously I don't profess to know what can or should be done or be being done.

pe-zulu's post indeed suggests that in some respects the Danish situation is probably more satisfactory than the UK one.

As for ignoring your earlier thoughts on Body-scans, I am afraid I simply missed them, or I would surely have joined in.

As for a Scan unducing stress, I am not so sure. One knows fairly well if one is really ill. In 1977 or '78 I was very ill with a strange pain in my left hip. As ever I tried to ignore it, but one day I was leading a mare towards a cattle truck to take to the stallion, when suddenly the pain worsened and I fell involuntarily to the floor. The little horse was indeed a pet of mine and instead of tearing off, started to nose me about like a good brood mare trying to stir some life into a foal. Fortunately my brother stopped her from pawing at me with her front hooves, which she started to do. It took two people to lift me up before she would be convinced to leave me alone...

I spent two days in the old Worcester Royal Infirmary in Castle Street, and I was treated to a full body X-ray. It was determined that I had possibly both bone cancer and leukaemia. It was an odd feeling to be in a side ward while the consultant and my brother and father and our house-keeper discussed how long I had if the diagnosis was confirmed. I wish people would be a bit more considerate in that respect, and I would have been grateful to have been able to ask questions myself! It was as if I was already dead - very strange moment actually

As it happened the whole thing went into a sort of moritorium and I was sent home, on the instruction that if I ran a fever I must go back into hospital. Not being keen to die in hospital I did not mention that I ran a temperature for a good fortnight. I was off my feet for six weeks. The diagnosis, or in fact lack of it as cancer, but actually merely a severe infection on the hip joint was never relayed to me, which I still find amazing. Infact I was told later by a Nurse, whom I knew all that had transpired, working in the department. Surely she broke a good few rules doing that...

I can tell you that as ill as I felt, panic was the last thing on my mind. I no longer cared. The pain was such that a release would have been just that, but I wanted to be at home.

Years later I was sitting waiting for an appointment with my GP, and was handed my records to take in with me. I read with amazement what the consultant had written about my attitude, which he considered amazingly mature for a fiftenn year old. He wrote that he had never seen such sanguine acceptance of the outcome, or good humour in the face of the possibilities!

Since that time I have had no fear of motality at all.

So no: A Scan should not induce paranoia!

All the best from Fredrik

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From Berlin Fritz: and I do actually find the Danish post interesting, though also remind myself that he/she like myself are/is not a Doctor, though an experienced reader and interpretor of Data to pass onto the 'learned professional' to make their judgement, innit.

If you refer to me, you are wrong, sorry.

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Originally posted by Fredrik_Fiske:
So no: A Scan should not induce paranoia!

Dear Fredrik

There are no general rules. Many patients ar deadly afraid before a scan, until they get the answer, that everything is OK, fortunately the most common answer.

Regards,

Dear pe-zulu and Fritz,

Then I, Fredrik, have always been different to normal. Maybe I am in some ways a long way down the road to being a true Stoic. I really was not the least bit frightened, but somewhat warm and confident inside! Happy to accept and even welcome what came my way...

What I find harder is the thought of endless, and pointless struggle to get nowhere in a long time. That is Job's works in my view! I am not Job!

I think it is fair to say that at the time I would definately not have undergone any treatement, but would have made sure that enjoyed as much time as I would have had. [It is also why I kept quiet about running a temperature]. I knew that with certainty, and told my consultant so. Strange that I never had an official all clear at the time.

Fredrik

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Originally posted by Adam Meredith:
me old paranoid cock.

The choice of words here is becoming more and more juicy, I find - and this above even was to come from our moderator. Not that I am at all offended, - nothing human is alien to me, but I am mildly surprised. Especially having seen the innocent post´s among others from my own hand, which our moderator deleted some time ago - something about a certain Kro and Berlin Fritz. I can´t give references, you have to believe my words, as the post is gone for ever, thanks to the dilligent guardian of our virtue. Well Adam, for once I think you hit the nail on the head.

Those were the days eh?

Apparently Australia's run out of beer!*



Fritz von Thanks Our Adam, innit!

How did it go then, you know the slide show thingy?

Beano

Dear Fritz,

Look up about four or six posts! I made a nice postfor you, which are my life's experience on Scans for you, which you appear to have missed. I only say this because it may explain two things about me, one of which is is my fatalism!

Like you say of yourself, and I say of myself, and both equally justifiably, I am sure, I never say an untruth, and the only excuse for being economical with the truth is to spare another's feelings, when the the whole truth cannot help them in any case...

Fredrik

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Originally posted by Beano:
How did it go then, you know the slide show thingy?

Beano

Got home at 10:30 last night pretty knackered 9 am start, no grub no liquids (very little pay too)31°C almost a soldiers life, innit. Got it again next week, Oh Joy) Cheers for asking anyhow.

Fritz von Fredders me old bean you've mentioned the chilhood illness afore, and as I said (this is not to you personally) recent full body scans are the things here to look at the whole picture, as any Medical person will mention everything is related to everything else in one way or another. Rich folk in UK get themselves a scan asap EU (many just to satisfy their fears). As I mentioned on here some six months ago, full body *magnetic-scanners are virtually non existant in UK, and when they're there we'll hear endless excuses about staff not being trained etc, etc, (or foreign instructions) and funds not coping (ie, cutting into PFI Profits). The placebo effect )(as mentioned a few days ago) has a very important role in modern/old medicine I'm reliably informed (also working well in acupunctúre and classic homeopathic stuff as well as Chinese trad ie, they make people feel much better and even cured (even though they're a load of bollocks.) Of course they are very cheap in comparison to high tec big company drugs that are piled out daily by the millions, at great profit, the research political lobbies/Unis etc, PFI naturally, what percantage of this stuff is actually really needed I ask myself?
not too mention those nasty profit (and image-damaging fakes from overseas).

Time for the next round,

G'Day

Aspirins cost about $10 each in Africa (real ones that is)*

Just think! Fritz is short for Friedrich, er Frederick even*


Frederick von Fritz*


PS. My Old girl has just informed me in the last few minutes that her younger brother (57) passed away a little while ago earlier today. My point being that although riddled from head to toe with the big C (6 months-ish), he was able to remain at home with his Missus (their choice) after actually leaving the Hospice, and after goodbyes here and there chose the moment between them for him to drift orf so to speak holding hands after a very long a close marriage (rare these days, innit (the close bit anyway)). Almost a perfect way to go I feel, not supplied in anyway at all by the State or NHS, but a Charity, and he'll soon be blowin all over the Dales wunnee.


Couldn't be more betterer, innit John*

That was his name by the way, and you know what they say about dead coppers!

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Originally posted by erik scothron:

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Originally posted by Rasher:
Do they still all have a bath together after a match?

Yes, and because they are in Germany they will all wear leder hosen after their bath.

Erik Me old squeaky sausage! (hopefully I can say this on this forum?)

Germans do not wear Lederhosen; Bavarians do and there's a big difference between the two, almost like saying the English wear kilts after a sand-shower.

Fritz von Any Supposed Germans on this forum who wish to contradict my above comment, I'm afraid are simply talking out of their Wankel- motors, unlike many others who just follow with the in-crowd*

Both from current 1160 Issue*

Justyn Old Bean! Personally I think this rather puts things far more into universal perspective, besides we already know about how much wealthier Our Mick is than the Sons, not to mention the Black Holes in his pension fund, innit*



Regards,


Fritz von Was Gustav Holz a wooden Planet?

Amazing! I was just thinking about Our Mick, Christian My Arse (Oh you mean comfortable Christian values if you can afford them)! Well, unlike the whingers of Swindon & Salisbury, this City had only 3 months back temperatures of -22°C (no wind factor), today it has 32°C, and the first game here soon begins. The City is electric with Croatians (who will later cause pissed probs I reckon) and the World champions naturally too, flags are everywhere, and it's truly an atmosphere to savour*


Fritz von Cuba's nice I hear*

P.s. Having experienced enetering Poland from Berlin by car (waved through without passport) also Holland, Denmark, France and er, Spain, I'm just glad that England still thinks otherwise and remains outside of the EU, cherry picking what's good, and spitting out the bad pips, innit* (enjoy it, it won't go on for much longer when George dumps the lot ov yer)*

NoB: I've heard a speculative rumour, that any Naim owner (irrespective of who they are) will be Parry'd from any future free/general servicing etc, if it's found that they've played any recent Bonzo Dog Doo Da CD's (and special guests - guests)!!! just because you happen to own a Bentley, we'll not tolerate you tinkering with the clock either, it's as arrogant as that, innit*


And we're never ever wrong, and it's not your money, it's the clubs money Chaps***

A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks, rocks about 2" in diameter. He then asked the students if the jar was full? They agreed that it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The students laughed.

The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.

"Now," said the professor, "I want you to recognise that this is your life. The rocks are the important things - your family, your partner, your health, Hi-Fi kit, your children -things that if everything else were lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else, the small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out dancing. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal. Take care of the rocks first - the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

But then...

A student then took the jar which the other students and the professor agreed was full, and proceeded to pour in a glass of beer. Of course the beer filled the remaining spaces within the jar making the jar truly full.

The moral of this tale is:- no matter how full your life is, there is always room for BEER!



Good Gwief*

Fritz

So what are the rocks in your life and do you do them enough.

Regards

Mick