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Post by steelmonkey on Jul 24, 2010 19:27:57 GMT
maybe the controversy between our fellow posters Q & C and Skating Away is related to them both choosing handles from the war Child album?
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Post by nonrabbit on Aug 13, 2010 6:01:29 GMT
Junior learning guitar J asking me what tabs should he learn Me suggesting "sitting on a park bench.." J practising constantly ;D
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Post by maddogfagin on Aug 13, 2010 7:58:43 GMT
Discovering Prima Bakeries of Redruth, Cornwall. Amongst their products is a shortbread biscuit covered in demerra sugar. Absolutely wonderful ;D www.primabakeries.com/home.htm
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Post by Aqualung55 on Aug 15, 2010 11:10:54 GMT
Blackpool beating Wigan
I don't support them, but the Premier League wasn't built for the likes of Blackpool so I hope they continue to show it up!
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Post by nonrabbit on Aug 22, 2010 7:23:20 GMT
the end of my relationship ;D
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Post by steelmonkey on Aug 23, 2010 23:51:06 GMT
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Post by salamander on Aug 24, 2010 2:41:57 GMT
Very nice, Bernie! A very noble profession. I imagine it's very rewarding to know that you are making a difference in someone's life. As for the lack of the Tull reference, next time
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Post by tullist on Aug 24, 2010 5:21:30 GMT
How's that for a guy to be on our team? Bernie!!!!!!!!!
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Post by maddogfagin on Aug 24, 2010 8:31:12 GMT
Could have worn a Tull t shirt Bernie ;D Nice write up though
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Post by nonrabbit on Aug 24, 2010 10:20:48 GMT
Oh way to go Bernie........... much kudos to you ;D ... what patience you must have as well especially for the the ones who turn up on a regular basis. Many many moons ago as a student, young, earnest sixteen year old I wanted to do social work and I worked in a homeless shelter (Simon community) One man, alcoholic, asked me to help him fill in some forms to try and get some kind of housing so he could get off the streets. So I went to the Social Work Dept on his behalf and the women I spoke to asked me, after we filled in the necessary forms, what I wanted to do in life and I said I wanted to do social work. She was a very pragmatic, down to earth, no nonsense lady and I always remember what she said. "If you want to do social work find out more about life - get married get divorced - work in a factory etc etc and then come back and do social work." In some ways it's very true - in another way how many social workers would we actually have then? PS I expected to read in the article; "and in his spare time Bernie likes to go online and call himself Steelmonkey and talk to his various friend including a Maddog and a Non rabbit "
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Post by steelmonkey on Aug 24, 2010 14:07:49 GMT
I thought it was clear that in my spare time, in respectful solidarity with the worst of my clientele, I direct traffic naked and smear poopies on the wall......the Tull references were hard go insert...I think when i told the newspaper guys I worked to connect mentally ill people with benefits he thought i meant things like social security, food stamps and insurance....not the album which would be a first step in restoring sanity.
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Post by maddogfagin on Aug 24, 2010 15:26:52 GMT
I direct traffic naked and smear poopies on the wall. Thought I'd seen you on youtube
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Post by broadsword on Sept 26, 2010 6:42:31 GMT
Just seen the guitar god that is Robin Trower. He played in a village hall nearby - capacity maybe 200.
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Post by maddogfagin on Sept 26, 2010 7:08:26 GMT
Just seen the guitar god that is Robin Trower. He played in a village hall nearby - capacity maybe 200. I always remember him on TOTP looking bored as he was miming to Whiter Shade of Pale. Think I'll dig out Bridge of Sighs for a listen, added to the Carmen albums, the Hendrix bootleg of the RAH and maybe some Beatles. Oh life is hard sometimes ;D
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Post by nonrabbit on Nov 4, 2010 11:35:00 GMT
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Post by maddogfagin on Nov 6, 2010 15:22:27 GMT
Just off to my friends wedding reception in Bodmin. No doubt the beer will be flowing (Sharps I hope) and plenty of smiles and laughter from the happy couple. Looking forward to it.
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Post by steelmonkey on Nov 6, 2010 19:31:54 GMT
what means this thing 'wedding' " what eez 'happy couple' ?
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Post by maddogfagin on Nov 7, 2010 11:05:16 GMT
what means this thing 'wedding' " what eez 'happy couple' ? Had a great time - plenty to drink, eat and then drink again. The beer was Sharps, an ale I can endorse 100% to anyone who might be tempted at any time, the "happy couple" were . . . well the "happy couple" and it was a great evening. If life in general was like last night, everything would be right in the world. "And we got to get ourselves back to the garden"
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Post by bunkerfan on Nov 8, 2010 20:06:20 GMT
A couple of beers from The Sharps brewery with just the right name for you maddog. ;D Were any of these on tap at the wedding do?
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Post by maddogfagin on Nov 9, 2010 8:42:01 GMT
A couple of beers from The Sharps brewery with just the right name for you maddog. ;D Were any of these on tap at the wedding do? Usual fair at so many pubs and hotels in this region but with the added advantage of choice ;D The Skinners ale Betty Stogs has the reputation of allowing the drinker to mellow out before realising that it is a very fine beer. Served in a straight glass (my preference) it's one I would certainly recommend.
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Post by bunkerfan on Nov 10, 2010 9:45:34 GMT
Made a near perfect chinese meal last night and the gout has gone.
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Post by bunkerfan on Dec 26, 2010 16:53:59 GMT
Just had a good blast on my drums (it stops the nieghbours from falling asleep) and played a damn near perfect "My Sunday Feeling." Oh that makes my Boxing Day ;D
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Post by nonrabbit on Dec 28, 2010 10:00:45 GMT
never thought I'd say this but ....rain ;D rain made my week lifted the temperature and got rid of the snow and ice
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Post by steelmonkey on Dec 28, 2010 23:22:47 GMT
Preseasonal dysthymic syndrome
Late August in San Francisco. It’s summer and the weather page editors at the big newspapers are earning their keep, deciding if tomorrow’s forecast is morning fog followed by sunny skies or sunny skies after morning fog. It didn’t rain yesterday, it isn’t going to rain today, and it isn’t going to rain tomorrow. The calendar, however, trumps today’s clear skies and it isn’t too soon to start fretting, worrying, and whimpering about next winter’s rain.
Bike messengers, for obvious as well as less obvious reasons, are extremely concerned about the weather. We read the weather page like a doctor reads an EKG… the data is serious. With a few masochistic, Portland, or Seattle native wierdos as exceptions, it’s nearly unanimous: rain is BAD. The streets are slippery, it’s wet and cold and unpleasant, it takes longer to ride anywhere, it takes time to protect packages, and the feeling of being seen as a fringe-type cartoon character is exacerbated by walking in and out of warm, cozy offices looking like a dripping dog. Often enough I wonder if it’s crazy and self-destructive to ride a bike on city streets for a living. When it’s raining, I don’t wonder. Traffic is uglier and road rage increases. Pedestrians, when they aren’t letting their umbrellas fly into the street, deal with rain by looking straight down when they walk. Ask any biker to describe drivers and pedestrians in the months between October and April and you’ll get the same line: instant assholes, just add water.
We get paid by the distance and urgency of our deliveries. When it rains and the office slackers and smokers stop volunteering to take the short deliveries themselves, we are called to do these Frisbee-toss-length jobs. In spite of being busier and more stressed, at the end of the day we’ve made less money in the rain.
Drug and alcohol abuse, always a problem in the messenger world, increases dramatically during rainy season. Irish coffees, a joint in a warm hiding place, and much stronger drugs all make sense when you already feel like you’re dipped in a bucket of cold water and sent out among the steely predators. Most people call the winter of 1997–98 the El Niño year. A messenger would never describe that year with less words or details than "the year it rained 47 curse curse curse curse inches." For years we older riders told tales of the 30-inch winters of the early 1980s to the young pups we worked with… then came 97–98–99 and promoted everybody to grizzled rain vet. Steady rain and cheap, smokable Mexican heroin started dope epidemics in more than one company as the easy-to-consume dime bags increasingly became known as "rain hats."
As with many of life’s unpleasantries, the anticipation is often worse than the actual event. It’s easy to forget that when it isn’t raining in the winter months, it isn’t raining. It’s the unpredictability and unfairness of it all that makes me fear rain well before the first drop has fallen. We look at the daily rain stats in the paper as if the rain really will stop, regardless of month, when the total reaches the 21 or so inches we are supposed to expect. The aforementioned total, of course, has no real meaning for messengers. Each year brings its own mix of on-duty or off-duty rain and, as any messenger will tell you, in spite of your weekend plans, commuter nightmares, or the outdoor sporting events scheduled in your free time, rain that falls after 6:00 p.m., before 7:00 a.m., or anytime on the weekend, well… that isn’t rain.
Steel Monkey (bjksf@wenet)
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Post by futureshock on Jan 16, 2011 6:01:13 GMT
I met some very involved, inspired and inspiring people at the Sierra Club meeting and today I reconnected with a very attractive young woman I met several years ago and had completely lost track of.
Watch the documentary "Age Of Stupid" and you'll know what I mean by what made my week is that for at least 2 hours I was with a group that weren't living in the Age Of Stupid. Everyone has the opportunity NOW to step beyond it.
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Post by broadsword on Sept 19, 2011 11:04:22 GMT
The fact that at aged 59, I have to get up at night to answer the usual call of nature and early this morning, I turned the TV on and saw a whole bunch of stuff about Pink Floyd - thank the lord for middle age.
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Post by maddogfagin on Sept 19, 2011 11:59:53 GMT
The fact that at aged 59, I have to get up at night to answer the usual call of nature and early this morning, I turned the TV on and saw a whole bunch of stuff about Pink Floyd - thank the lord for middle age. Yes, almost 3 hours on Floyd. As you say, thank the Lord for middle age and, I might add, a nearby toilet (we've got 3 in our present abode) - don't need the Cropredy portaloos, we've got our own
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Post by steelmonkey on Sept 19, 2011 16:58:15 GMT
How did the 'reasonable management staff members' meeting site from the hospital where i work get transported to Cropredy for the weekend?
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Post by nonrabbit on Oct 2, 2011 10:29:16 GMT
My youngest grandchild is autistic and yesterday while playing in the park he made a friend by his own initiation and waved and blew a kiss to him when he went home.
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