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1 hour ago, BlueDaze said:

I can imagine a 16 year old you sitting alone* in an 'old mans pub' because you are unable to associate with people of your own age who, like you, just want to drink in a pub... and thinking... "one day, they will invent the interweb and i will be able to pop into a virtual old mans pub whenever i want  and chat bullshit to people that are obsessed with Glastonbury..."

* That was me sitting in the corner trying to ignore you ignoring me btw... 👀

A long time ago, in the bygone days of yore, when I was in sixth year prefects were allowed into the local pub as long as they were wearing their blazers with prefects braid. Most of them were rugby types with sporadic facial hair. This caused much unhappiness amongst the rest of us, especially my group of heavy rockers who tended to wear RAF greatcoats and extremely long hair.  We got hold of a few of these blazers but our general appearance got us sussed.  So we just gave up trying and drank cans of lager whilst discussing Tolkien, Led  Zeppelin and clearasil spot cream. 

Edit, if you want a happy ending I first met who was to become my future wife when she chose to join our group rather that that other bunch of stuck up w*nkers.!😁

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2 hours ago, Ayrshire Chris said:

A long time ago, in the bygone days of yore, when I was in sixth year prefects were allowed into the local pub as long as they were wearing their blazers with prefects braid. Most of them were rugby types with sporadic facial hair. This caused much unhappiness amongst the rest of us, especially my group of heavy rockers who tended to wear RAF greatcoats and extremely long hair.  We got hold of a few of these blazers but our general appearance got us sussed.  So we just gave up trying and drank cans of lager whilst discussing Tolkien, Led  Zeppelin and clearasil spot cream. 

Edit, if you want a happy ending I first met who was to become my future wife when she chose to join our group rather that that other bunch of stuck up w*nkers.!😁

Aagh, it was the 'rugby' type that stopped me drinking in that pub with the teachers drinking in there too. I couldn't stand rugby back then. At our school we had to do rugby one week and swimming the next week etc. I nearly always just joined the swimming queue every week regardless, and nobody ever rumbled me. I did have to play for my 'house' though. I recall the biggest rugby playing gorilla in our year running at me during a house rugby match. he had simply left all the other players behind on his half of the pitch, and as I was dossing near our rugby posts on our side of the pitch, it meant that I was the only one there to be able to try to stop him scoring. I had only a moment to decide whether to let him just score a try, or to try to tackle him and bring him down. I chose the later option. What a mistake that was. If you want to know what it felt like, just run from quite a distance towards a solid brick wall. Do not reduce your velocity as you near the wall. Carry on running at it. When you hit that wall, that's when you will know what it felt like. When I came around (because I was indeed actually knocked unconscious) it was to see every other player back up at their end of the pitch. It was also to hear a House Master on the side line next to me clap his hands and say 'well done O'Neill'. As I turned to look at him, I was literally seeing stars. I'll never forget that moment. What an absolute prat I was, to have done what I did.

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7 minutes ago, Yoghurt on a Stick said:

Aagh, it was the 'rugby' type that stopped me drinking in that pub with the teachers drinking in there too. I couldn't stand rugby back then. At our school we had to do rugby one week and swimming the next week etc. I nearly always just joined the swimming queue every week regardless, and nobody ever rumbled me. I did have to play for my 'house' though. I recall the biggest rugby playing gorilla in our year running at me during a house rugby match. he had simply left all the other players behind on his half of the pitch, and as I was dossing near our rugby posts on our side of the pitch, it meant that I was the only one there to be able to try to stop him scoring. I had only a moment to decide whether to let him just score a try, or to try to tackle him and bring him down. I chose the later option. What a mistake that was. If you want to know what it felt like, just run from quite a distance towards a solid brick wall. Do not reduce your velocity as you near the wall. Carry on running at it. When you hit that wall, that's when you will know what it felt like. When I came around (because I was indeed actually knocked unconscious) it was to see every other player back up at their end of the pitch. It was also to hear a House Master on the side line next to me clap his hands and say 'well done O'Neill'. As I turned to look at him, I was literally seeing stars. I'll never forget that moment. What an absolute prat I was, to have done what I did.

Those arseholes  got every privilege going at our school. It might have been a state comprehensive but they thought they were at Eton. Us into football, music, booze and cigarettes were definitely second class citizens! 

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1 minute ago, Ayrshire Chris said:

Those arseholes  got every privilege going at our school. It might have been a state comprehensive but they thought they were at Eton. Us into football, music, booze and cigarettes were definitely second class citizens! 

I'll not go into the detail now, but I fluked getting into my secondary school. There were people there who had gone to a paid for expensive specialist primary prep type school whose sole purpose was to get those children into my school or one of the others within its foundation (Grammar schools). These people had been taught French and Latin in primary school FFS! I only knew the rudiments of the English language, let alone other languages. Some of those people were up their own arses, for sure. That said, they were in the minority really (shows you how effective their initial school was), and I really enjoyed my secondary school. Some of my dearest and now lifelong friendships were made there. In fact, I married the sister of one of my school friends. 

I've just looked up that snotty prep school's fees - £4.5K a term!

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5 minutes ago, eFestivals said:

I just randomly googled the hospitals website and cdiscovered they restarted visiting several days ago no one bothered to tell the inmates.so hopefully I'll get a visit tomorrow from the wife. Which Will be excellent social distancing is required still.

Weren’t they talking about moving you soon ? Hopefully the next place will have better visiting 🙂 

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56 minutes ago, eFestivals said:

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Fucking privatised services are shit.

One of my friends had top notch private cover as part of his job remuneration package. There came a time when he needed urgent medical intervention / surgery, so his privare health care policy kicked in. A load of my other mates went to see him and see how he was doing. When they found out that there was a wine list available to the customer and that there were no restrictions on the amount that could be ordered, they were all off on it. Well, all of them apart from our mutual mate lying down on his post operative bed in recovery bed. 

Anyway, it all ended some hours later when they were all informed that it was time to leave as those were the rules. They had at this point been playing 5 card poker - using the chest of the mutual mate as a card table. He was as happy as fuck about it all, I should add.

Just saying = the private sector can be a bit 'flashy' too.

Mind you, there should be no private sector health care. I know that much, at least.

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18 hours ago, Yoghurt on a Stick said:

One of my friends had top notch private cover as part of his job remuneration package.

This isn't about private cover but about how NHS funding works.

I've spent the day raging about it and might have succeeded in getting some pressure put in the right places to get it sorted.its madness that there's funding to have me in a hospital where I don't need to be but not the funding where I need to be to continue my treatment and progress towards getting home.im denying someone else a bed stuck where I am. It's a shit system.

 

18 hours ago, Yoghurt on a Stick said:

 

There came a time when he needed urgent medical intervention / surgery, so his privare health care policy kicked in. A load of my other mates went to see him and see how he was doing. When they found out that there was a wine list available to the customer and that there were no restrictions on the amount that could be ordered, they were all off on it. Well, all of them apart from our mutual mate lying down on his post operative bed in recovery bed. 

Anyway, it all ended some hours later when they were all informed that it was time to leave as those were the rules. They had at this point been playing 5 card poker - using the chest of the mutual mate as a card table. He was as happy as fuck about it all, I should add.

Just saying = the private sector can be a bit 'flashy' too.

Mind you, there should be no private sector health care. I know that much, at least.

I agree with the last bit.

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41 minutes ago, eFestivals said:

This isn't about private cover but about how NHS funding works.

I've spent the day raging about it and might have succeeded in getting some pressure put in the right places to get it sorted.its madness that there's funding to have me in a hospital where I don't need to be but not the funding where I need to be to continue my treatment and progress towards getting home.im denying someone else a bed stuck where I am. It's a shit system.

I agree with you entirely. I wasn't extolling the virtues of private medicine cover. I was merely regaling a tale of something that happened.

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1 hour ago, funkychick2007 said:

Lots of people out doing things!! Great to see!! 👍🏻😃😎👏🏻

Yes, it’s fantastic. Socially distanced Queues at our ice cream kiosks and takeaways. Visitors seem to be acting responsibly, kids at the playpark, lovers walking arms around each other, oldies sitting on benches watching the world go by.  My grandkids off to a farm park for the day. It’s nice. 

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