In these days when many of us are having to spend more time indoors than we would like this opportunity to post about any of our interests or thoughts other than the wrestling can be continued here.
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Anything But the Wrestling Part 1
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Anything But The Wrestling Part 3
A message from Matey Dave (still maintaining social distance from reality)
I recently discovered among a load of stuff in an attic in Soho now being published. It's available on Amazon and Kindle...
150 pages of details of how naughty some of the wrestlers could be and how Mtook no nonsense from them. All entries have been verified by Wrestling Board of Control.
It's a fascinating read for all
There is a chapter specially dedicated Gladys the Impaler and why Shirley Crabtree would not go in the ring with her
£45 inc p&p and £7.40 kindle
Matey Dave is back with a Public Service Announcement (remember those?)
Matey Dave:
I really can not get my brain around all these idiots who sound off over the restrictions relating to the new variation Omicron the Panic. If these intelligent people have a virus on the computer what do they do? They put a virus checker on their computer to stop it dying, which puts a fire wall up to protect, and any infection is quarantined and removed..... same thing is happening with the CoVid virus. Can these pillocks not see in the end it all helps to control the problem and make us all safer?
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One more from Matey Dave
there has been a mild panic from skegnessl undertakers that trotter's international traders have been seen in the area offering cut price funerals. seems they have got a bit of land near gibraltar point
He's obviously very bored
skegness parish council at last arrange area to recieve a touch up so it could look smart for a royal visit from Harry & Meghan to open showground
From a bored Matey Dave
Churches together in skegnes women's ministry team prepare for their healing conference. all are welcome to come for to Tower Gardens to recieve the laying of hands and Iron Bru tasting
The first part of this thread was started in February 2020 when the first lockdown gave us all too much time on our hands. We hoped it would do it's bit in helping us through those times, and from what you've told us it did. But it's run it's course and hasn't been added to for some time. By all means add to it when we wish, but we leave it to look after itself.
Well, pleased to know the Soviet Socialist Republic of Azerbaijan played their part in our glorious past Ruslan. Your boy did a good job that day. Maybe he could help us out again?
when it actually came home...copy-paste link, or search on YouTube for 'England v West Germany | 1966 FIFA World Cup Final | Final Replay '66'. By the way the ref T. Bakhramov was from my native country - Soviet Socialist Republic of Azerbaijan (part of former USSR).
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3bcX8NaYW0
WARNING TO ALL OLD TIMERS WHO ARE PAST IT THE OTHER NIGHT I RAN "GONE WITH THE WIND" AND HAD PROBLEMS. FOUND I HAD TO USE 3 TENA PADS DUE TO BLADDER PROBLEMS. LET THIS BE A WARNING TO ALL OLD TIMERS
Funny but removed. But they are very protective of their images.
welcome to skegness, you can catch anything here
Chin Chin!
That should make the dropkicking easier.
THE BATTLE OF THE CHINS!
Spring has arrived. But the frost still caught the potatoes this week.
Yes, I see what you mean Matey. It's all doing you good though. Just keep on reminding yourself. I had high hopes that you being techy might have been able to help with my question. Any ideas? Or is he doomed>
I ask this question for a friend.
Yes, honest. It ain't me. And it ain't Anglo Italian.
The memory stick he stores all his info on has become corrupted and he can no longer access it. This happened to me once but it was only work stuff so I didn't care.
Apart from sermons about backing up does anyone know of any possible ways of retrieving the data?
felt now is the time to release photos taken while having radio therapy. they don't really show my best side and the radiation caused problems with contrast. hoping can get better lighting next time and must remember to smile
I ask this question for a friend.
Yes, honest. It ain't me. And it ain't Anglo Italian.
The memory stick he stores all his info on has become corrupted and he can no longer access it. This happened to me once but it was only work stuff so I didn't care.
Apart from sermons about backing up does anyone know of any possible ways of retrieving the data?
Who believes in ko ink e dink?
The answer is in today's newsletter. Just coincidence.
Well Hack, we have a few options, including forget this question ever existed, or perhaps a clue. So, played a color sergeant in a famous British movie. Easy, even when you’re busy harvesting!
At least for some of us in the northern hemisphere John our first spring like day. The first of two apparently and then back to winter. A day sewing peas, beetroot and planted broad beans.
Silence.......Deafening...........
Well I don't like seeing you with no takers john.
So I will just say, no idea.
It’s been a bit quiet here since Matey’s good news, so as many Heritage members like a quiz, how about an ‘Anything But Wrestling‘ quiz.
Who’s the guy pictured here and you have almost definitely seen him at one time (probably more) or another.
We will dance with you Matey. It's nice to hear some good news.
GOT NOBODY TO DANCE WITH IN CELEBRATION SO HAVE TO DO SOLO DANCING, STORY OF MY LIFE
I had my first Covid vaccine today.
A jab, and it was in the arm as members of the Government add every time.
It was good news this morning to hear the tsunami warning for Ostie land has been lifted following yesterdays 8.1 earthquake.
just a word of caution. anybody visiting skegness this year are advised to bring their own water
please note this not the final version but a rough cut to help formulate ideas. if any of you chaps have ever been there please make suggestion. want to end up with a video which encourages chaps to get checked and exactly what happens. even biopsy should not cause fear
At the moment it only refers to this particular section Hack!
This has nowt to do wit rasslin.
After a long career in club cricket, I decided that I didn't want to give up the game so quickly, so I passed my Umpiring exams.
After two years umpiring at my local club, I graduated to the local league and some years afterwards to various cup finals and even a Norfolk minor counties game against Essex 2nd's
One episode always raises a smile when I think about it.
Whilst umpiring for my local club, we had a boy who had played at a higher level in New Zealand, who had been sponsored with a one year work experience by a local electrician.
Of course after he had a few good knocks, the rival teams were always keen to get him out cheaply.
One day whilst playing a side from just a few miles down the road, the Kiwi was opening the batting.
As I had played for this rival club for about 7 seasons when I moved here from Ilford, I knew most of their team and they knew me.
Their opening bowler was a very tall policeman, who I had captained in his first game for that club.
He tended to bowl mainly inswingers. One ball swung in, hit the New Zealander on the pads and all the team went up to appeal in unison.
The batsman lifted his bat and indicated “Wood first”.
I knew that this was wrong and ignored it. As I turned the appeal down,the bowler questioned ”Going down? ”. meaning going down the legside and missing the wicket.
I nodded and play resumed.
A few balls later the bowler hurtled in and knocked the off stump clean out of the ground.
The fielding captain cried “Now that WAS wood first”.
It looks like only Matey Dave and I are willing to keep this section limping along, albeit flying in different directions, so : CRICKET ANYONE? My good mate Brian East and myself strode out to the middle one fine Saturday morning, to open the Hazelwick school batting. In later years, in knockabout cricket games I'd jokingly answer the umpire's question of 'what would you like' referring to my guard with, 'slow, shoulder high please'. However, I was much too young to try that on an adult umpire and answered in a correct manor. However that was exactly what the bowler bowled me for the very first ball of the match and I gladly despatched it to the boundary for four runs. My batting partner and I then met in the middle of the pitch, for no reason other than that's what we'd seen real batsmen do on the idiot box. We just grinned at each other with a knowing 'this is going to be fun'. The bowler's second ball, was a blur out of his hand and straight as a dye. Completely taken aback, I did something I had never done before, or since. Instead of lifting the bat, stepping back and then attempting to block the ball, I stepped back first, then lifted the bat and heard the thwack of said bat discombobulating all three stumps and the bails, OUT, HIT WICKET! Egg on face, I trudged off, having been well and truly taken down a peg!
In another school match, I was playing at (very) silly mid-on, so I was lucky to witness the following. Our bowler bowled, the left handed batsman got an edge and the ball flew into the slips cordon. Our wicket-keeper stuck out a glove, but only succeeded in deflecting the ball sideways, our first slip, dived to his left, the second slipper did the same and the third slipper, slightly behind number two, dived to his right. The deflection off of the 'keeper's gloves sent the ball across first and second slips and it bypassed the third slipper's outstretched hand, however the ball did nestle quite fortuitously between HIS THIGHS! So, the wickie, stood stunned, while equally shocked, the slips cordon lay scattered, but then after what seemed like an age, those of us who had a good view of all that had occurred, realised the ball was still off the ground and still housed safely between our third slip's thighs and the shout went up. HOWZAAAAATTTT! The umpire to adjudicate was our cricket coach, who was also a traditionalist and as such was very, very annoyed that his team had unsportingly claimed an obviously fluke catch and was even more peeved (off) that he had to acknowledge that 'yes' the catch was legal and the batsman was 'OUT'.
So that was nice!
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Good story John. At one school I worked there was a teacher who every staff meeting would turn his chair around and sit with his back to everyone else.
as video has gone all digital and can be done with just a mouse and keyboard I have recently been missing not having a control panel which I had been using far back as 1980s. I got so excited wished had put on a pad as peed myself when opened the box.
Ron was a work colleague of mine. In his fifties, he was a big fellow who shuffled when he walked, a momento of bygone rugby injuries. In his prime, he had travelled around the countryside, hitching himself to semi-professional rugby league clubs, some of whom would arrange a job for him for the duration of his stay, at other times Ron would find his own work, nicely supplementing his rugby earnings. He had settled in Sydney where apart from finding work with us, he also was a successful greyhound trainer. Not too long before he joined us, one of his greyhounds had won a major Sydney race and Ron showed us a copy of the Daily Telegraph to prove it. There he was on the back page, pictured with the dog and its owner, with whom he split, fifty-fifty, the prize money of twenty thousand dollars.
Ron was a great bloke, with a very laid back attitude to life and a similar sense of humor to myself and another work mate Lou, who was of Hungarian heritage, (in fact his birth name was Lajos, the same Christian name as LouThesz. For a period, the three of us sat in a small area together and we shared a lot of laughs throughout the day. Ron was pretty smart and he quietly and efficiently went about his job, however unlike some people who would finish their work and perhaps go looking for something else to do, maybe help out someone somewhere in the office, or even pretend they were busy but actually scive off, Ron was ‘different’. Once satisfied his work was done, no matter how early in the afternoon or sometimes day it was, Ron would settle back in his chair open up the Telegraph, or more likely ‘The Racing Greyhound’ and wile away the rest of the day. Yes, even when the boss popped his head in, Ron would carry on reading, the boss and owner was a younger man and obviously felt a little shy to remonstrate with his elder, but as there was no office manager at the time, he didn’t have someone else to do it for him. Sometimes he’d go away, then later come back and say he had a project for Ron, who would politely put his paper down, listen intently and then get on with his assignment. Once he had finished, it was back to his paper. Worse still, at the commencement of boardroom meetings, Ron would pull his trousers up to his calves (they were so big, the trouser bottoms couldn’t go any higher) fold his arms, lay back in his chair and go to sleep! At these times you could say that there was an elephant in the room, as the boss had to pretend that he either couldn’t see Ron, or didn’t care that the big fella was oblivious of him waxing lyrical, while the rest of us in the room had our hearts in our mouths, stealing glances at him and wondering when the boss’s patience would be exhausted.
One day, Ron brought a favorite greyhound of his to work, as it was racing that evening somewhere outside of Sydney and Ron wouldn’t have time to go home, collect the dog and then get to the meet in time. The dog was perfectly comfortable in the back of the car as the day was mild, greyhounds are lazy and also, Ron would take it some water and a little treat every couple of hours. Now this was the dog that Ron had told us about some months earlier. It had been a good racer in its day and Ron was easing it into retirement. He had explained with a smile on his face, that the dog had a slight problem in that it required help when it needed to pee! Laughing, he painted a picture of himsel, having to ‘flick’ the dog’s testicle for the pee to evacuate! So we were all thinking the same thing, would Ron, in the outside,open car park ‘fiddle’ with his dog while we all watched behind the glass windows of the office.
On Ron’s second visit to his greyhound, he did just that, calm, cool and collected, he strolled up to the ‘dish licker,’ kneeled down and expertly (?) flicked the animal’s bag sack a few times until a thin yellow stream hit the asphalt. From where we stood on the first floor, staring out across the car park, we could see the look of astonishment on the faces of passing lorry drivers as they witnessed a large old man, fiddling with a greyhounds’ undercarriage, in a works car park. We all applauded!
Well I’ve been waiting for four years now for small t trump to be banished and It still hasn’t happened.
In 1966 when England played in the World Cup Final, there was no live television transmission to Australia. Just like the English league and cup matches, we would have to wait until a copy of the film of the match, was put on a plane and flown Down-Under. So, it was with great trepidation, that as I lay in bed early on the next morning after of the match, I turned the radio on to learn of the result. Twenty minutes went by until the newsreader started a new piece of news with ’in Germany’, my heart immediately leapt into my throat as I waited for him to continue ‘the country is celebrating etc, etc’. But no, he just waffled on about politics or some other story! It took another five minutes or so before England’s win was announced and I could let out a deep breath!
The same radio station later thought it would help their ratings if they persuaded their listeners and potential others, to tune into their news bulletin. They felt they needed to get the jump on their rival radio stations.They came up with the folllowing stupid, STUPID idea: During the day they would advertise over the airwaves the following... ‘’NEWS, FIRST, FAST, FIVE MINUTES SOONER’’. Yes, the stations executives thought that listeners, would remember to stop what they were doing at five minutes to the hour!
It was a Friday afternoon. I was at secondary school and physics was the last lesson. The wait of the last two or three days had seemed like a lifetime. I dashed home to watch it on the tele. It took ages to re-establish communications following re-entry. One of those where you remember where you were days like the assassination of Kennedy.
I was working at an international news film agency at the time. when it astronaut uttered those immortal words. "HOUSTON, WE HAVE PROBLEM" we had a clean feed from Houston at the time. when they splashed down we were all crowded round monitors. those old enough will remember, it had same effect on us as first moon landing.
Time to move on methinks.
I've edited my last post so that I don't seem quite so much an idiot. I was referring to the shared moment as we waited to find the fate of the Apollo 13 crew.
Happy New Year folks.
I'm still a big kid at heart and enjoy Christmas. I've enjoyed this (very quiet) Christmas too but I'm sure I'm not the only one that is quite happy to say goodbye to Christmas and look forward to a better 2021.
Has there ever been a time when the people of the whole world must have been looking forward to the future and sharing a similar dream.
The nearest that comes to me (and there's really no comparison) was the Apollo 13 mission when it seemed that the whole world was sharing a wish for those three astronauts to return safely.
Maybe not the whole world, but on what other occasions have communities come together? I remember the shock of Aberfan and reports of people from around the country going to help search for survivors.