General Chit Chat

[boltonboris]

Go. Weddings are fvckin' ace!!

[Abdoulaye's Twin]

Just been invited to a wedding by a colleague.

This has never happened to me before. Though I do find it quite odd. Mainly for the following reasons:

1) I've only been working with her for four months

2) I don't know what she looks like as we've only ever communicated via email

3) She lives and works in India, which is where the wedding is taking place

Weddings are bigger affair generally over there. The celebrations can last days and often involve hundreds. I saw some of the celebrations from a wedding whilst I was in Varanasi once and they really went for it. I'd recommend going if you can, if only for the experience.

[Burnden Paddock]

Just been invited to a wedding by a colleague.

This has never happened to me before. Though I do find it quite odd. Mainly for the following reasons:

1) I've only been working with her for four months

2) I don't know what she looks like as we've only ever communicated via email

3) She lives and works in India, which is where the wedding is taking place

Well, she's probably never met her husband either.

[mrkint]

played pool again last night. I play for a team in south london. We lost, but it was against the best side in the division, and it was a close game so no biggy.

My only gripe is - and i don't want to come across as high and mighty here - but some people seem to live and die by it. The captain of our team, nice, quiet bloke, lost a couple of frames and then started spouting off about how the table was bad, and how the other team were so lucky and how the players who couldn't make it that night were all bastards and etc etc - meanwhile, me and a couple of other fellas on the team and t'other team, having a pint and a laugh, all kinda go O_o because it had been a rather friendly and jovial match. I mean, don't get me wrong, i get annoyed if i lose or whatever, but i don't lose sleep over it. It's just a bit sad how some people let it run their lives.

It's only a game, folks.

[Lost Leopard Spot]

played pool again last night. I play for a team in south london. We lost, but it was against the best side in the division, and it was a close game so no biggy.

My only gripe is - and i don't want to come across as high and mighty here - but some people seem to live and die by it. The captain of our team, nice, quiet bloke, lost a couple of frames and then started spouting off about how the table was bad, and how the other team were so lucky and how the players who couldn't make it that night were all bastards and etc etc - meanwhile, me and a couple of other fellas on the team and t'other team, having a pint and a laugh, all kinda go O_o because it had been a rather friendly and jovial match. I mean, don't get me wrong, i get annoyed if i lose or whatever, but i don't lose sleep over it. It's just a bit sad how some people let it run their lives.

It's only a game, folks.

Yeh. I used to play (some years ago) but the extra competitiveness of it all got too much. We had already won the league, all eight of us had got through to the individual quarter finals (the first and last time a single team had ever achieved that) and were in the final of the Team KO cup. We'd got a mini-bus (rather than the usual motley collection of cars) in anticipation of a number of sherberts. We won, but only by 5-2, we lost both of the doubles matches. well, you should have heard the arguments, the bitching, the accusations - things like "well you should have played me in a singles, I'm not a doubles player" etc. On the journey back to our home pub a mass fight broke out in the aisle of the fourteen seater. It makes you wonder what'd have happened if we'd lost.
And there were some who couldn't understand why I quit and wouldn't play the next season.

[Gary the Enfield]

played pool again last night. I play for a team in south london. We lost, but it was against the best side in the division, and it was a close game so no biggy.

My only gripe is - and i don't want to come across as high and mighty here - but some people seem to live and die by it. The captain of our team, nice, quiet bloke, lost a couple of frames and then started spouting off about how the table was bad, and how the other team were so lucky and how the players who couldn't make it that night were all bastards and etc etc - meanwhile, me and a couple of other fellas on the team and t'other team, having a pint and a laugh, all kinda go O_o because it had been a rather friendly and jovial match. I mean, don't get me wrong, i get annoyed if i lose or whatever, but i don't lose sleep over it. It's just a bit sad how some people let it run their lives.

It's only a game, folks.

Yeh. I used to play (some years ago) but the extra competitiveness of it all got too much. We had already won the league, all eight of us had got through to the individual quarter finals (the first and last time a single team had ever achieved that) and were in the final of the Team KO cup. We'd got a mini-bus (rather than the usual motley collection of cars) in anticipation of a number of sherberts. We won, but only by 5-2, we lost both of the doubles matches. well, you should have heard the arguments, the bitching, the accusations - things like "well you should have played me in a singles, I'm not a doubles player" etc. On the journey back to our home pub a mass fight broke out in the aisle of the fourteen seater. It makes you wonder what'd have happened if we'd lost.
And there were some who couldn't understand why I quit and wouldn't play the next season.

I played in the pub league back in the '80's in Bolton for the Edge Tavern

We didn't take ourselves seriously at all which reflected our playing style. We were just in it for the beers and the food. Strangely we won a lot of games. Some teams couldn't take the banter, though, and we ended up getting death threats (yes, really) on our return matches.

Suffice it to say we didn't turn up for those. We did get glass in our sandwiches at one place, but that could have been normal fare for Deane.

[Lost Leopard Spot]

played pool again last night. I play for a team in south london. We lost, but it was against the best side in the division, and it was a close game so no biggy.

My only gripe is - and i don't want to come across as high and mighty here - but some people seem to live and die by it. The captain of our team, nice, quiet bloke, lost a couple of frames and then started spouting off about how the table was bad, and how the other team were so lucky and how the players who couldn't make it that night were all bastards and etc etc - meanwhile, me and a couple of other fellas on the team and t'other team, having a pint and a laugh, all kinda go O_o because it had been a rather friendly and jovial match. I mean, don't get me wrong, i get annoyed if i lose or whatever, but i don't lose sleep over it. It's just a bit sad how some people let it run their lives.

It's only a game, folks.

Yeh. I used to play (some years ago) but the extra competitiveness of it all got too much. We had already won the league, all eight of us had got through to the individual quarter finals (the first and last time a single team had ever achieved that) and were in the final of the Team KO cup. We'd got a mini-bus (rather than the usual motley collection of cars) in anticipation of a number of sherberts. We won, but only by 5-2, we lost both of the doubles matches. well, you should have heard the arguments, the bitching, the accusations - things like "well you should have played me in a singles, I'm not a doubles player" etc. On the journey back to our home pub a mass fight broke out in the aisle of the fourteen seater. It makes you wonder what'd have happened if we'd lost.
And there were some who couldn't understand why I quit and wouldn't play the next season.

I played in the pub league back in the '80's in Bolton for the Edge Tavern

We didn't take ourselves seriously at all which reflected our playing style. We were just in it for the beers and the food. Strangely we won a lot of games. Some teams couldn't take the banter, though, and we ended up getting death threats (yes, really) on our return matches.

Suffice it to say we didn't turn up for those. We did get glass in our sandwiches at one place, but that could have been normal fare for Deane.

'Kinell, we never got anything like that! All our hassles were intra-team not inter-team. worst behaviour we had from another team was when we were away and one ref called a foul (home team always reffed) and one of our players argued the toss and they refused to ref any more games that night and we were forced to do it - oh what punishment

[Lost Leopard Spot]

Oh... and I remember the furore when Loscoe Miners Welfare served us up some dried sandwiches left over from some do or other while they had an order in from the chippy. Now that did nearly lead to some serious trouble. I remember it was all calmed down when they bunged us a couple of pukka pies that had been stewing in one of those bar top rotisserie things since time immemorial.

[thebish]

spent 40mins or so in hospital this afternoon listening to a little old lady (who has terminal lung cancer) tell me all about her rectal prolapse - in glorious technicolour detail!!

[bobo the clown]

spent 40mins or so in hospital this afternoon listening to a little old lady (who has terminal lung cancer) tell me all about her rectal prolapse - in glorious technicolour detail!!

I'd swap .... after yesterdays 90 minutes with Mother Clown who didn't know where she was, who she was, or who anyone else was .... though she was very appreciative of Sam Allardyce coming to visit her that morning. .... oh, and the local Priest who brought with him Pope John. She wasn't sure which Pope John. (I'm guessing it was the XXIII, but can't be certain).

She was, very fairly, peeved that her son hadn't been at all ... she told me several times of her disappointment. In the end I was forced to agree.

Though why she insisted on giving the nursing staff cheques was a little odd, I must say.

However, when she started talking about Cliff Morris and what a nice guy he was I decided enough was enough .... just in case Hobo or CAPS came in.


I've never witnessed this degree of confusion before. It'd be wrong to say it was upsetting .... more bloody weird.

[Montreal Wanderer]

What an ungrateful son, Bobo, to visit less often than Pope John or Big Sam. I hope your head is bowed in shame.

[thebish]

it can be fecking weird... sometimes it's dehydration (though as she's been in for a while you'd hope it wasn't that!) - more often it's some kind of drug reaction - or a combination of drugs and the disorientation of being shipped into yet another different place surrounded by yet another set of strangers...

it's equally weird when it goes and they become totally and ordinarily lucid and haven't the faintest idea that yesterday they sounded like Mrs McMad from Mad Avenue...

hope it passes soon... (though - what the other relatives think when their mothers tell them that a huge clown came to visit, i shudder to think!)

[Lost Leopard Spot]

spent 40mins or so in hospital this afternoon listening to a little old lady (who has terminal lung cancer) tell me all about her rectal prolapse - in glorious technicolour detail!!

I'd swap .... after yesterdays 90 minutes with Mother Clown who didn't know where she was, who she was, or who anyone else was .... though she was very appreciative of Sam Allardyce coming to visit her that morning. .... oh, and the local Priest who brought with him Pope John. She wasn't sure which Pope John. (I'm guessing it was the XXIII, but can't be certain).

She was, very fairly, peeved that her son hadn't been at all ... she told me several times of her disappointment. In the end I was forced to agree.

Though why she insisted on giving the nursing staff cheques was a little odd, I must say.

However, when she started talking about Cliff Morris and what a nice guy he was I decided enough was enough .... just in case Hobo or CAPS came in.


I've never witnessed this degree of confusion before. It'd be wrong to say it was upsetting .... more bloody weird.

Shit. Muchos sympatheticos. Just been through that myself. Not good. It's my worst nightmare, if I think about my own future...

[Gooner Girl]

Sorry to hear about your mum Bobo

[Dujon]

You have my sympathy, bobo. My mother died last year, just short of her 93rd birthday. Her last few years were hard to bear although she didn't deteriorate to the extent of your mater until the last few days before pneumonia took her away. Hopefully her disorientation is down to medication, as thebish noted, and that she'll improve over the coming days. All the best to both of you.

[Gooner Girl]

Tryi9ng to get my son dressed this morning and all the while I was changing him my daughter was standing behind me pulling my nightie up and laughing at my bottom... Was very off putting...

[Bruce Rioja]

Tryi9ng to get my son dressed this morning and all the while I was changing him my daughter was standing behind me pulling my nightie up and laughing at my bottom... Was very off putting...

I can imagine it was. Did she manage any breakfast after her ordeal?

[Gooner Girl]

Tryi9ng to get my son dressed this morning and all the while I was changing him my daughter was standing behind me pulling my nightie up and laughing at my bottom... Was very off putting...

I can imagine it was. Did she manage any breakfast after her ordeal?

Haha... she'd already had it, so nerr...

[Il Pirate]

Went to 'a bit of a do' at an office of my (soon to be former employers) this evening. Got talking to an old colleague who's a pretty good musician/guitarist & plays the pub circuit on the south coast, very much for pleasure, as he has a good, if stressfull job. I asked how his kids were doing and said the usual 'oh fine, my son and his band are doing ok at the mo... plenty of play on radio and some big tours coming up'......... (Me), 'What are they called'?...
( Him) 'Alt J'........ .............. (Me) 'Feckin' hell'..............

[Il Pirate]

played pool again last night. I play for a team in south london. We lost, but it was against the best side in the division, and it was a close game so no biggy.

My only gripe is - and i don't want to come across as high and mighty here - but some people seem to live and die by it. The captain of our team, nice, quiet bloke, lost a couple of frames and then started spouting off about how the table was bad, and how the other team were so lucky and how the players who couldn't make it that night were all bastards and etc etc - meanwhile, me and a couple of other fellas on the team and t'other team, having a pint and a laugh, all kinda go O_o because it had been a rather friendly and jovial match. I mean, don't get me wrong, i get annoyed if i lose or whatever, but i don't lose sleep over it. It's just a bit sad how some people let it run their lives.

It's only a game, folks.

Yeh. I used to play (some years ago) but the extra competitiveness of it all got too much. We had already won the league, all eight of us had got through to the individual quarter finals (the first and last time a single team had ever achieved that) and were in the final of the Team KO cup. We'd got a mini-bus (rather than the usual motley collection of cars) in anticipation of a number of sherberts. We won, but only by 5-2, we lost both of the doubles matches. well, you should have heard the arguments, the bitching, the accusations - things like "well you should have played me in a singles, I'm not a doubles player" etc. On the journey back to our home pub a mass fight broke out in the aisle of the fourteen seater. It makes you wonder what'd have happened if we'd lost.
And there were some who couldn't understand why I quit and wouldn't play the next season.

I played in the pub league back in the '80's in Bolton for the Edge Tavern

We didn't take ourselves seriously at all which reflected our playing style. We were just in it for the beers and the food. Strangely we won a lot of games. Some teams couldn't take the banter, though, and we ended up getting death threats (yes, really) on our return matches.

Suffice it to say we didn't turn up for those. We did get glass in our sandwiches at one place, but that could have been normal fare for Deane.

Once played in a league decider, and our 'captain' was deliberatly sick over the table in a foolish attempt to get the game abandoned. We not only had to forfiet the game, we got banned for the next season. 'The Dresser's Heywood'. No one harder.................