Stories: Joined Up
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actually I joined the st johns brigade,too,and all I can remember are the wonderful cocoa drinks,and across the road the yummy chips in white paper bags with tomato sauce in the bottom.I brought them before the bus arrived.Says a lot about me.
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www.jetagent.co.nz :- This is the very first online transaction for a sale and purchase of Real Estate. Jet Agent is a virtual real estate agent designed to give sellers more marketing options, and can communicate to buyers online. The following article is from scoop
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www.j*t*g*nt.co.nz.......
wow, i think this is the first time i have seen pure spam here at P.A.S.
....in terms of launching an online business, I would think you would be a LOT more savvy in comunicating with your potential customers. Way to create a bad name from the start!
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From page 1.
They invited us to attend an "H Block Committee" ... That was our only foray into IRA sympathising
British artist and Turner prize winner Steve McQueen has premiered
his film about the events in H block in 1981 at Cannes this week.Bobby Sands is played by Michael Fassbender.
Shots of Sands' skeletal figure, ravaged by hunger and covered in sores, are some of the most challenging in recent memory.
Fassbender went on a medically monitored crash diet to film the scenes, much to the horror of those around him.
"After I started putting weight back on, my doctor told me that the last time I'd been in, the receptionist came up to him and said 'he's really ill isn't he? He's dying of cancer or something,'" he recalls.
"It was weird, because I was kind of happy when I heard that." -
I joined the Cubs when I was about seven years old if I remember correctly. They introduced me to Kipling and the Jungle Book, our leaders were a Wolf (Akela), a Bear (Barloo) and some sort of mutant snake eater who's name escapes me right now. I'm not sure we learned much but I made some good friends and got a few badges. One of the badges I became the proud recipient of was the cycling badge. The test for this particular badge was simplicity itself. We had to go to the house of a Mr. Hodges, who rode a bike. We used to see this old chap around the parks and playgrounds talking to other kids about bikes and associated topics and giving tips on such stuff as saddle adjustment. Anyway, I digress. To achieve the status of cyclist badge honour you were required to visit the old chap at his house, on arrival his wife would put on her coat and inform her husband that she was off down the shops. Oh how the time sped by as he recounted tales of cycling in wales or North Cornwall whilst constantly adjusting the crotch of his shorts and helping you to find places on large maps laid out on the floor of his living room by holding you hand and leaning gently against you buttocks. After a short spell of bicycle seat adjustment lessons the badge was yours to display proudly on you uniform.
Ahh. those were the days. sadly I think in these paranoid times Mr. Hodges would find it rather difficult to serve the community in this way. -
I just re read that after posting, hmmm typos. Something happened to my Rs.
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Something happened to my Rs.
um... I'd rather gathered that from the story.
Or is that just modern paranoia? -
Or is that just modern paranoia?
Back in those days, the fifties, people like peadophiles were regarded as just another aspect of society. I'm not saying it was encoraged but as kids we were told not to accept sweets from people and that was it. Society back then was far more repressed and anything that was regarded as"Naughty" or "Ungodly" was denied, swept under the carpet or just plain ignored in most cases, hell, when my parents parted and my Mother remarried we had to leave town for fear of gossip.
In some ways I think it was better that way, at least we could have male teachers not living in fear of false accusations and the resultant wrecking of life and career. I think Peter Ellis would agree. -
Steve Barnes wrote :
... and some sort of mutant snake eater who's name escapes me right now.
You must be thinking of Rikki-tikki-tavi, the mongoose.
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I'd like to be thinking about Rikki Tikki Tavi but some images are just too hard to shift. I still feel uncomfortable around grown men in shorts. Why the hell did I come to New Zealand? I can't even watch the Rugby.
:-)
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