I'll never forget how surprised I was when I was diagnosed as colour blind. The news came right out of the purple.
I like to work alone as a trapeze artist, I used to have a partner, but I had to let him go. ....and now the results for the Musketeers’ football league: 4-1 4-1 4-1 4-1 4-1 and 4-4.
So when I was in sixth form, I met this girl who I became close friends with. She was probably my best friend at the time and she was my first ever female friend. We spent a lot of time together at lunch, at break time, after school, just hanging out, sharing songs over MP3 players and such. We even went to the cinema a few times (in a group, not just the two of us) She introduced me to The Killers and Pimm's, I introduced her to The Police. Unfortunately, because of my own idiocy, we had a falling out a couple of years after I left school. I've seen her once since. Anyhow, recently she came up in my suggested friends list on Facebook which hit my right in the feels. And a few weeks ago I was reading some old posts on another forum I visit in which I'd posted about her, and it made me sad to think how close we were many years ago. Anyhow, after a while dithering, I finally tonight decided to send a message, just a casual one saying hopefully we can get the opportunity to catch up. I know it's unlikely, but it would be great if she replies. Of course, we'll never be as close as we were then but even if we could reach an amicable state where everything is okay between us, that would be great. Of course the most likely thing is that she will ignore my message... But hey, if I never tried, then I might be left wondering and regretting not trying. In times like this, I am reminded of the wisdom of Baz Luhrman in the song Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen). "Understand that friends come and go But a precious few, who should hold on Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle For as the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young Understand that friends come and go But a precious few, who should hold on Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle For as the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young" Anyway, I'm not gonna get hung up on this (much) and if she does reply then great, if she doesn't then fair enough but anyhow, I just wanted get it off my chest I suppose.
I tried swimming with dolphins, but I didn't like it, as I found them very clicky. My Uncle’s motto was ‘There’s always one prick in a bunch of roses’, and that’s also why he lost his job as a florist. My Grandad lost his job as a signalman for studying at the Open University while at work, apparently he was having ideas above his station.
A little 'Did You Know?' here... The world's first sporting event to charge an entrance fee, was a boxing match between Daniel Mendoza and Richard Humphries in 1788, which was held just down the road, in Odiham, Hampshire. It was also the first time that the boxers used 'trash-talk' to hype up the fight (a series of back-an-forth letters, published in newspapers - how gentlemanly!). In the audience were the Prince of Wales, and the Duke of York, who between them wagered £40,000 in olden-daysies money (which is well into the millions in todaysies money). Interestingly, Humphries was Mendoza's former trainer, teaching him to box from the age of 14. Mendoza went on to win the fight, and then he won the replay too, in a mere 72 rounds!!! Mendoza invented so many of modern boxing's techniques, including the sideways stance, using the forearms as a guard, jabbing, ducking and weaving, side-stepping, and so on. His unique style was actually heavily criticised at the time for being cowardly! Anyway, just thought I'd mention it, as it's a nice Hampshire claim-to-fame, for those of you who get bored of talking about Spitfires and Titanics.
I’m originally from just down the road to Odiham ... I never knew that. Thanks. * adds question to quiz night
Hambledon on the list too as are Jane Austen, Charles Dickens and Isambard Kingdom Brunel aslo Hampshire. Oh there's Watership down and the butchers sign.
My latest attempt to tackle the lockdown blues. Yesterday was joke day. Today, if I can find enough material will be poem day. please log in to view this image
'Help, help, ' said a man. 'I'm drowning.' 'Hang on, ' said a man from the shore. 'Help, help, ' said the man. 'I'm not clowning.' 'Yes, I know, I heard you before. Be patient dear man who is drowning, You, see I've got a disease. I'm waiting for a Doctor J. Browning. So do be patient please.' 'How long, ' said the man who was drowning. 'Will it take for the Doc to arrive? ' 'Not very long, ' said the man with the disease. 'Till then try staying alive.' 'Very well, ' said the man who was drowning. 'I'll try and stay afloat. By reciting the poems of Browning And other things he wrote.' 'Help, help, ' said the man with the disease, 'I suddenly feel quite ill.' 'Keep calm.' said the man who was drowning, ' Breathe deeply and lie quite still.' 'Oh dear, ' said the man with the awful disease. 'I think I'm going to die.' 'Farewell, ' said the man who was drowning. Said the man with the disease, 'goodbye.' So the man who was drowning, drownded And the man with the disease past away. But apart from that, And a fire in my flat, It's been a very nice day. Spike Milligan