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Post by phil70 on Dec 26, 2019 0:11:16 GMT
Can we skip the January one's please ... I'm going for dry January. I know ... I know ... Rog Skip the January one? No you bloody can't IT'S MY BIRTHDAY AND HAVING REACHED 74 IT NEEDS CELEBRATING so there Phil
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Post by quaysider on Dec 26, 2019 7:31:49 GMT
I think my favourite of the wooden sailing vessels is the third rate "Trinvcomalee" in Hartlepool In my attempt to be positive about something today... I went to a friends wedding in the captains cabin on that about 20 years ago... I banged my head 3 times on the way out of the thing as the beams are SO low. Still, they remain married and much in love so it worked for them. I USED to live in Hartlepool too - took a rather bonkers decision in my early 20s to buy and apartment on a newly built development called "Bakers Mead"... it turned out to be the site of the old gas works and was only seperated from the towns roughest council estatae by a railway line... which the local residents ignored and came over whenever they needed to steal borrow something.
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Post by Clinton Cool on Dec 26, 2019 8:59:20 GMT
I really don't see your problem. If somebody wishes you a merry christmas, happy new year, happy easter ... whatever ... it's just a pleasantry. You're not expected to explain your beliefs, life story, motivations or e mails ... it's just a salutation. A smile and thank you is enough for most. If you wish to celebrate the solstice, I'm sure you'll find people will just smile and return your pleasantry. It's not a judgement ... its just a politeness. Rog But then you wouldn't know of the personal issues related to Christmas that some suffer from. Those, added to a general disinterest and mild bewilderment that so many should go over the top celebrating something they don't even believe in, can lead to it being a particularly traumatic time, particularly when the greater population insists on coraling the remainder into submission.
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Post by lollygagger on Dec 26, 2019 9:09:32 GMT
You're letting your imagination run riot. Just because TV is full of shite doesn't mean the general populace are bleating sheep. You should have more respect for your fellow man, it's too easy to label all as unthinking robots, it's not the case.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2019 9:51:03 GMT
My nephew who lives in Cambridgeshire calls me a 'mad northerner' because I speak to everyone I make eye contact with ... just a simple hello, or how do, or merry christmas if appropriate ... it's what you do in most of the country to be honest. In the south, not making eye contact, and not speaking to strangers seems the norm, so walking around St Neots or Huntingdon with my nephew he would be aghast at my greeting strangers ... I must confess some people look at you as if you've just asked for their wallet ! But I speak because it makes me feel good, and part of a community ... if someone ignores me, or is alarmed, or thinks I'm crazy, that's okay. The worst thing for me is if I ask a stranger how they are, and they then insist on telling me, in graphic detail with a chronological list of appointments and treatments Rog
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Post by JohnV on Dec 26, 2019 10:00:44 GMT
This is one of the problems that foreigners have with the English language, they don't understand that "How are you" actually means "Hello" and should be answered either by "Fine" "Middling" or "Not too bad" or "coping" (the latter means I've become allergic to alcohol, my whippet just died as has the car and all my pigeons apart from the one that just crapped on my flat hat, in fact the only good thing keeping me going is that the Mother in Law has gone home ..... and taken the wife with her)
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Post by phil70 on Dec 26, 2019 15:06:24 GMT
My nephew who lives in Cambridgeshire calls me a 'mad northerner' because I speak to everyone I make eye contact with ... just a simple hello, or how do, or merry christmas if appropriate ... it's what you do in most of the country to be honest. In the south, not making eye contact, and not speaking to strangers seems the norm, so walking around St Neots or Huntingdon with my nephew he would be aghast at my greeting strangers ... I must confess some people look at you as if you've just asked for their wallet ! But I speak because it makes me feel good, and part of a community ... if someone ignores me, or is alarmed, or thinks I'm crazy, that's okay. The worst thing for me is if I ask a stranger how they are, and they then insist on telling me, in graphic detail with a chronological list of appointments and treatments Rog Rog, we too live in Cambridgeshire, in Isleham and everybody speaks to everybody else, it can almost be a chore fetching a daily newspaper. Mind you we are in the north of the county Phil
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Post by patty on Dec 29, 2019 6:51:30 GMT
I quite enjoyed my Christmas Day..lots of dancing which for me is always good..well nearly always. Met one unpleasant character who really was a nasty piece of work..one of these who think women are there to practice 'put you down' comments on and for once in my life I didn't allow him to continue...Not sure what he thought about being told he was rude, impolite and his way of communicating unacceptable..in short to leave me alone......now if only I'd had that courage earlier in life
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Post by JohnV on Dec 29, 2019 7:55:04 GMT
Yay !!! Go Patty, go Patty, Go Go Go !!!
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Post by Trina on Dec 29, 2019 9:04:52 GMT
I'd like to have seen his face !😁
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Post by Jim on Dec 29, 2019 9:43:44 GMT
Well, so far today I have dismantled and chopped up a pallet to use as kindling (I consider shop-bought kindling to be the biggest waste of money imaginable), emptied the bog and binned my rubbish at Rose Narrowboats, filled the water tank and rubbed down the roof hatch ready for some paint. So it's been a productive day off work so far if totally un-festive. Well, chacun a son gout.
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Post by phil70 on Dec 31, 2019 14:15:25 GMT
Qui? Phil
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Post by JohnV on Dec 31, 2019 14:17:40 GMT
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Post by Jim on Jan 1, 2020 14:51:19 GMT
In this context, roughly translates as "each to his own gammy leg". A bit limp.
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