tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post1688944114144514080..comments2024-03-27T09:27:33.931+00:00Comments on Idiotic Hat: Another One GoneMike C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11279776665185060446noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-30536276633203444002012-09-16T22:12:04.113+01:002012-09-16T22:12:04.113+01:00This comment has been removed by the author.Lyonessitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05645799659435546744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-64730584769623168212012-01-01T17:15:36.218+00:002012-01-01T17:15:36.218+00:00As the old joke goes (Marx Bros?):
Vendor: Get yo...As the old joke goes (Marx Bros?):<br /><br />Vendor: Get your hot dogs here!<br />[Purchaser looks dubiously at hot dog]<br />Purchaser: Hot dog's what?<br /><br />MikeMike C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11279776665185060446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-35263382759752792742012-01-01T15:39:32.941+00:002012-01-01T15:39:32.941+00:00Given the current decline of the High Street thank...Given the current decline of the High Street thanks to Amazon et al, I'm sure that there are various internet sites where you can get any type of "special stuff" without the port authorities being involved!<br /><br />Mmm . . . monkey sausages . . .Dave Leekehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17971308602082668644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-8345775749545651532011-12-31T22:44:34.047+00:002011-12-31T22:44:34.047+00:00I've never actually watched LOG, but I've ...I've never actually watched LOG, but I've just looked it up, and see they're never specific about what goes in the "special stuff" -- clever.<br /><br />Boats coming into port here get searched as much for smuggled "bush meat" as any other contraband, these days. I've never yet seen monkey sausages in the shops, but no doubt you need to know which butchers do the "special stuff".<br /><br />MikeMike C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11279776665185060446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-9215896609227896172011-12-31T17:06:00.916+00:002011-12-31T17:06:00.916+00:00Hmmm. It all smacks of the 'special stuff'...Hmmm. It all smacks of the 'special stuff' from the butcher in The League of GentlemenBrendinihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18442556958669427968noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-6604157714790598022011-12-30T13:42:17.361+00:002011-12-30T13:42:17.361+00:00Intriguing information, Brendini...
I'm begin...Intriguing information, Brendini...<br /><br />I'm beginning to suspect there was an under-the-counter (under-the-desk?) meat and grocery trade going on, organised by Stevenage headteachers. It probably paid for an extra teacher or two...<br /><br />MikeMike C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11279776665185060446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-9170271198213795592011-12-30T13:36:10.950+00:002011-12-30T13:36:10.950+00:00I attended Lodge Farm Infants and Juniors in the s...I attended Lodge Farm Infants and Juniors in the sixties, where we had at least three working bee hives. I cannot imagine anything of the sort existing there now. I don't recall any harm befalling anyone, even during a swarm.<br />I went on to Collenswood where the Rural Studies department kept cattle and chickens (Rhode Island reds crossed with Light Sussex'). I don't suppose any Stevenage school keeps livestock now.Brendinihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18442556958669427968noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-49292636240102110352011-12-30T10:52:10.099+00:002011-12-30T10:52:10.099+00:00Gavin,
How interesting -- it is a very unusual an...Gavin,<br /><br />How interesting -- it is a very unusual and local name, I suspect. GA was indeed quite a character -- what I haven't mentioned (not sure why not) is that his own son was in my class, which put an unusually close focus on the rest of us and our progress...<br /><br />In fact, Fergus and I were classmates all the way through school, including two A level groups, though I would not have described us as "friends". His father kept him on a short leash, and he wasn't allowed to go under-age drinking, dope-smoking, girl-chasing, etc., with us New Town oiks. Not surprising, really.<br /><br />Your story about the physics teacher is very resonant -- I think that's the truth that we all fear, and partly explains why "never go back" is a good guideline in life... Learning to accept the asymmetry of most relationships (e.g. "my favourite teacher" vs. "just some kid") is one of life's toughest lessons.<br /><br />MikeMike C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11279776665185060446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6096844366367766843.post-9796012074937907472011-12-30T08:44:46.337+00:002011-12-30T08:44:46.337+00:00Mike
I've meant to comment on a few of your r...Mike<br /><br />I've meant to comment on a few of your recent posts but other things intervened. I was visiting my university friend Pete Anstock, when his wife spotted Gerald Anstock Obituary. Pete's family comes from that part of S. Yorkshire and a few text messages were sent out to establish if they were indeed related.<br />He sounds like quite a character - serving in real war probably gives you a different perspective on risk.<br />I once returned to the pub just outside my secondary school a couple of years after I left and my Physics teacher had forgotten me. Came as rather a shock. Teachers are big characters in your life but you are probably a slightly blurry walk on part in theirs<br />GavinGavin McLhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14630089445696518084noreply@blogger.com