Anything But the Wrestling

A New Year so we will continue this topic pinned to the top of the forum

Anything But The Wrestling Part 2

oving away from Wembley has enable me to do things I could not do there. one of the things was putting up a Union Jack in front garden. this I did in first lock down. if I had done it in Wembley I would have been set on fire but gangs of locals

Nope, not a church thingy. One of the few good things to come from Covid, we've had a look

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Good luck Ruslan and Dave, you've both had a hard time. Things will only get better.

True words from Matey Dave, at the second attempt.

It's been a difficult year for all of us. We have members who have suffered Covid themselves, or watched family members suffer.

As an older member of the forum I feel fortunate in that I've not had any great economic impact as the pension continues to go in the bank and there are fewer opportunites to spend. Much more difficult for younger ones who are still in work, especially Ruslan and others like him who have seen their jobs disappear. New skills as Matey Dave says, and your old dancing skills won't disappear overnight. Stay off the cream cakes Ruslan and you will dance again.

It's been an inconvenience for me but that's about all, I've got lots of memories to look back on, more difficult again for younger ones wanting to get on with their life. But things will get better. We will gradually come out of it during the next year.

As for your research Ruslan, wrestling history won't go away. It will still be there for you to uncover when you're on a more settled financial footing. Thanks for sharing with us all Ruslan, the Heritage forum is a special place for us all.

Thank you Dave. We hear you're allowed a couple of days off from your treatment. Enjoy them and then get back to the hospital and worry them 😀. Happy Christmas Dave.

He's on his way guys. Get your socks at the ready. The Ost, John Shelvey, Ed Locke, Graeme Cameron are already tucked up in bed.

I am reminded of the story of the conclave of archbishops from all over the world who congregated at Lambeth Palace for a grand Christmas luncheon. They ate a full turkey dinner with all the trimmings followed by Christmas pudding and mince pies. Following that they served coffee and passed round the under eights.

It's getting worse boys, keep your heads down.

Hope this brings a laugh to everyone

Thanks John. Your stories gave me a smile. Appreciated as, although I'm fine and nothing to grumble about at all, I have woken up with one of those I'm just getting bored by all this feelings - and I'm talking about you know what, not the wrestling.

My Dad although not born within the sound of Bow-Bells, so wasn't a Cockney, although he did have a London accent. On one occasion he was at an engineering trade fair and was extolling the virtues of one of his companies machines. As he gave his spiel, he noticed that the pretty young thing that was accompanying her boss, my dads' prospect, was hanging on to his every word. ''Wow, I'm doing well here'' he thought as the gal stood mouth open, with unabashed admiration. Having finished his pitch, my dad waited for for the compliments and an order or two, to materialise. The pretty thing spoke first. ''Gee George, you sound just like Harold Steptoe''!

On holiday, my dad was fishing in a Queensland river when his hat blew off into the water and was swept away by the current. An ex-Naval man and strong swimmer who'd become quite frugal since retirement, Dad decided he wasn't going to lose said hat. He reckoned he swum after it for about fifteen minutes before it became snagged on a branch sticking out from a bank. Job done. A couple of weeks later, a service man on leave, was swimming in the river when he was taken by a shark.

I was fishing one afternoon in the 'Little Ouse' in St. Neots, when I was rather surprised to see my keepnet slowly wending its way downstream. I followed it for a short distance and saw that a pike had taken a roach that I had caught and placed in the net sometime earlier. I thought maybe the pike, who had taken the roach from the outside of the net, had its teeth tangled in the net, however as it appeared to be swimming along quite unconcerned I figured it wasn't to be too long before it ripped the net and ate dinner. (I apologised to the roach, as I had intended to release it).

Last one.

No2.

I tried to put more than one joke on here and they ended up on top of each other,

so separate posts now.

Seeing as I've no way of knowing how my personal life first time around in Australia memories are being received along with my wrestling memories in 'JOURNEY' I might just offload some here, rather than possibly bore you there!

The first house we lived in (a rental) was a big house, but with the loo outside. One of the neighbours kids as a joke, killed a poisonous brown snake and curled it up, head directly pointing at the inside of the loo door. I'm not sure who first discovered it, but I know it wasn't my mum as she would have been on the next flight outta Sydney!

My dad was so enchanted with the sight of the 'dunny men' collecting the outside poo bins he wrote a poem which started off

''Through the early morning they flit

Picking up the bins of ....''

Mum suffered through the first baking hot summer, sitting in a cold bath, writing letters home to England.

Mum and Dad were invited to a party, being told to 'just bring a plate'. They turned up with an empty plate each read to tuck into the tucker supplied. There was none, they were supposed to bring a plate OF FOOD!

At the end of a days work, a fellow worker, being kind to a 'newbee' pulled up in his car and called back to my dad, ''hey George, want a lift'? My dad gave him the thumbs up signal and walked towards the car only for it to speed off. Dad never afraid to confront a situation, tackled the guy the next day ''Now, what was the idea of offering me a lift and then driving off?'' The confused guy replied ''Well you signalled for me to stick me lift up me bum!''

Frank Carson ''and there's more, there's more''.

35000ft should be okay. They're pretty sturdy. Not like They're Pukka pies.

I will be flying over your place Monday morning about 6.00am at 35000ft and drop them off

yodel delivered my birthday present this morning complete with kit. will try it out over the weekend. might surprise so old friends as have supply of holland Guinness steak pie. will be nice dropping off some on hack as I zoom over

I have written some more songs and I write poetry as well.

It was well worth reviving this topic. We have talent amongst us. Is this a one-off Yorkie or do you compose. Hopefully not based on a real life experience.

This is a song I've written. I just thought I'd share it with you it's called

Good Morning

I'm laid in bed wandering what time it is.

The sun shines through my curtains.

Oh my heavy head,

I shouldn't have had those last few dregs.

So it's good morning you,

and it's good morning me.

alcohol doesn't sit well,

when it's a quarter to three.

My woman has gone out,

I don't know when she's back.

But if she finds me

here in the sack.

It's a poor old me.

So it's good morning you,

and it's good morning me.

Alcohol doesn't sit well,

when it's a quarter to three.

Well I did say if she came back,

yes it happened to me.

She got all my clothes

and threw them outside.

I've still got my heavy head

but it don't worry me.

So it's good morning you,

and it's good morning me.

Alcohol doesn't sit well,

when it's a quarter to three.

Alcohol doesn't sit well,

when it's a quarter to three.

Try this. I thought that it was appropriate in today's climate.

She should have been grateful for small murphys.

a friend of mine has been eating ice cream for every meal for 30 days. I couldn't do that in a month of sundaes.

Hi Mike

You wrote: "Yes you are correct about Switzerland, but this is mainly due to having the most cases in the Canton of Tessin, which as you know is bordering with Italy. "

A friend in Zurich has shared this photo of traffic heading north from Tessin and I thought of you:

Here we are. From Bernard, a couple to make us smile and one to make us think. Don't be a jackass.

No sorry,coming via Hack hopefully.

That's funny Bernard. As for Matey, he's repeating himself. Too much isolation. No danger of topping up our tan in Wolverhampton today. On the plus side Morrisons did have pasta and toilet rolls.

I heard a story about an old hall dating back to Tudor times. In those times a gay man was executed for his sexuality and, to this day, he wanders around the old hall at night in ghostlike form. One of these TV companies filming a show about haunted houses did a documentary and, in their research, they realised that the old hall contained not one but two homosexual ghosts who would wander around at night but as one ghost wandered around in a clockwise direction and the other wandered around in an anti-clockwise direction, they never met.

That is, until one fateful night when the inevitable happened, and the two ghosts came face to face. They put the willies up each other.

It's a good few years since I had that much hair!

1. have a new invisible friend, she is called Matilda. has being keeping me sane during the self quarantine. loverly lady. gets on well with the dogs. fantastic cook and terrific singing voice, reminds me of ruby murray. tried to take a photo the other day but being invisible she did not come out on photo
   

Morning folks. Have a laugh at my expense.

We have a weekly vegetable box delivered. It arrives between 6 and 7 a.m. so the night before I put out a box for it to be left in.

Last night (Thursday) I put the box out as usual. It was still empty this morning. The veg delivery is on a Tuesday.

All these Neil Young fans; just finished playing "Rust Never Sleeps" in the car while I could get out last week and "Harvest Moon" will be next one. Saw him and Bob Dylan at Hyde Park last year.

People from every house in our little close turned out to clap except one property.

How selfish if they have no reason for not applauding people who will save many lives, whilst putting their own lives in danger.

Well done Yorkie. That's impressive.

Having singing lessons via Skype, and at 64 just passed a level 2 singing exam for musical theatre with distinction.

Now playing 'The End Of The World' by Skeeter Davis on my guitar.

Now onto 'After The Goldrush'. I have also been playing my guitar. The other day I wrote a song about the current house arrest we're under called 'Life Saver Waiver'. I'm also practicing 'Cry Baby Cry' by The Beatles.

I am baking bread today,on another if toilet roll is in short supply you can use lettuce leaves, personally I think this is just the tip of the iceberg

So, what have you done today? I baked my very first cake. Grape and Olive Oil because it said it was an Italian recipe and I was thinking of Anglo Italian. Also, as Mrs Hack has never baked this cake I can proudly proclaim it our best ever Grape Cake. I'm not that keen on grapes though.

i don't know how many of you remember the plague of 1660s but there was a lot which shows we have learnt nothing. samuel pepys had a lot to say

The sun is shining here, so at least we can go for a walk or, if confined to the house, get in the garden. What's the weather in Switzerland Phil? And what are the restrictions?

First there were the Teddy Boys and then came the Mods and Rockers; following them were the Skinheads and after that the Punk Rockers. However they all fade into insignificance in comparison to today’s threat to civilisation…….THE OVER 70s.

Reflecting in my self - isolation (although the garden has never looked this good in March!!) as I am classed as elderly and vulnerable, I think back to a mere fourteen months ago when I was still working almost up to the age of 71 and nobody was concerned that I was driving from Kegworth on the Derby/Leicestershire borders to our factories in Pontefract, Wrexham, Nelson, Litchfield and travelling to my favourite Macduff in Banffshire in the Highlands.

I say my favourite but after my first trip there, in 2013, I’m surprised that they let me go again. We had only purchased the factory a few months earlier and all that I had done was a very quick investigation as to how I would get there from Nottingham. My colleagues who had been there explained that it was quite simple, you caught a plane from East Midlands (ten minutes’ drive from our house) and then picked a car up from Aberdeen airport to drive the next 46 miles of the journey.

When I was asked to go there it was with a couple of days’ notice and I was furnished with the above information plus a road map showing my journey from A to B. I arrived at Aberdeen airport for the first time in my life I was reminded from my years in the world of folk music that in the Bothy Ballads the simple lad from the Highlands comes down to the big city with all the money that he possesses and within minutes some unscrupulous man or wicked woman has relieved him of every penny.

It was all going like clockwork for me as I was handed the keys to my hire car and I was informed that it would be a bigger vehicle than I was expecting and it would be in bay 35. When I got there it was an absolute beast, quite magnificent but also it was an automatic transmission and I have only ever driven manual. Collecting all my gear I trundled back to the hire office to report this and the gentleman behind the counter kindly accompanied me back to the bay when I realised my first error; we had hired through Avis and I had gone to the Hertz bay!! Very embarrassed I uttered my apologies which were waved away telling me that I was by no means the first to have done that. Still a bit abashed I got in the car, plugging in my SatNav and keying in the post code for our Macduff factory. Turning left out of the airport as my workmates had instructed went well although one of the next turns was closed for roadworks; no matter my SatNav told me to continue on forward. As I reached the first roundabout I was instructed to take the fourth exit which took me back the way I had come and back into the airport car park; yes I had keyed the airport post code in instead of my destination!!

What was that about simple lads in the big city…………..some people shouldn’t be allowed out on their own.

That's funny James, and an unexpected ending for me. I don't know if I can match it.

When working as a Deputy Headteacher I was asked to go as Acting Head to another school where both Head and Deputy were off long term sick. Now my own school was in inner city Birmingham and considered "challenging" (as they say when things are grim) but it was a lovely place when compared to my new posting.

One day after school a woman the worse for wear for something burst into school and demanded to see me. These were the days before any sort of security in school.

Anyway, I'm sitting there minding my own business when the door burst open and in she charged threatening to do all sorts of things including putting me "through that f****** wall. I tried to calm her and did manage to get her to sit down. I asked her what was upsetting her.

It was a bit difficult to follow but I gathered social services had been round to the house because someone had reported her boy playing in the adjacent playground when he should have been in school. She assumed that person was me. She went on to tell me everything else that was wrong with the school, especially that "f****** teacher Mrs so and so." Getting a word in after a few minutes of this tirade and listening to this very long list I had the confidence to tell her that I was very sorry, but her son didn't come here, she was in the wrong school.

Very good, James. Did you oblige????

I can't help thinking that this Corona is like the 1967 Grand National. The whole field fell at the 23rd fence except the 100/1 no hoper Foinavon who was so far behind that he had time to avoid the melee and came through to win in fairytale fashion.

As I study the daily country tables of deaths and contagions, the is no sign of Yemen, a country that has played an important part in my life and is very dear to me. I had to google to find where Mayotte is, Corona has reached there, but no Yemen.

Yemen and its lovely but now poor people have been rife with civil war (stirred up by super-powers) for five years. They are isolated. Even Corona hasn't got in.

Maybe the meek really will inherit the earth. But they'll have to overcome cholera first.

I didn't think I'd see the day. The DFS sale has ended.