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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2017 17:45:37 GMT 7
Luke, I have already established that you know Stoke Glen (foghorn). I'm presuming that you were driving the trucks on the new airport project, did you also know Mitch? He was also driving the Komatsu trucks (around the same time as you) until he ran over an Indian/Pakistani, who should not have been in the area. Eventually he was cleared in court over manslaughter charges and found innocent. Yes Mitch was a good mate and I learned how to drive the trucks on the same job, he was also staying at Ting Kau guest house at the time. They took his passport off him and made him wait for the trial. He was driving an International 360 Payhauler , only us daft boys drove those . This may well have been 94. Then somehow he became a submariner. Mitch was living with us in Peel Street (round the corner from Elgin St.) when he had his court appearance, he did look strange having his hair cropped for the trial. When they took his passport from him (for about 2 years) he couldn't get work (except off the books), so he ended up driving for Alastair's removal company (New Caledonia). The fact that he survived it and came out of it all without a scratch says a lot about his determination and resilience. Had some great times with Mitch, he was a great guy. I think that he floored everyone when he joined the RN and became a submariner. |
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Post by Soutpeel on Jan 6, 2017 20:05:11 GMT 7
Is there anyone on this forum who is not a p**s-head?  p**s head is such a crude term Tony, i perfer dipsomaniac myself |
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Post by joko on Jan 6, 2017 20:26:33 GMT 7
In 1995, I moved in with the woman who eventually became my wife. At the time, I had a journal, some 1500 handwritten pages covering my life back to 1985. Multiple volumes. She didn't want these volumes on our bookshelves, so I agreed to "hide" it somewhere in the apartment. Six years later, when we moved out, I'd forgotten where I'd hidden it. I searched everywhere. A decade of my most personal thoughts gone... I think the bitch threw them away.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2017 20:27:04 GMT 7
I have no idea where I was or what I was doing. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2017 20:30:34 GMT 7
I have no idea where I was or what I was doing. You were marred to joko. And you threw away his book. Bitch. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2017 20:36:00 GMT 7
^ I did the world a favour.  |
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Post by joko on Jan 6, 2017 21:31:29 GMT 7
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 0:59:30 GMT 7
1995 I finally popped my cherry, not anywhere exotic like HK but in a dark tent in cornwall.
Even Richard Gere would have been jealous of my performance.
Celebrated with the lads later with a long session of hotknives.
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Post by smokie36 on Jan 7, 2017 8:32:16 GMT 7
I'd smoke whatever you were on then. |
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Post by buhi on Jan 7, 2017 18:32:08 GMT 7
Back to the thread.
It was music and a particular memory. One very strange.
The turning point.
I tried to trace it in my diary for 1995.
Bad move, I started reading.
That diary, those poems can only be released when I am dead.
When second son was here I gave it to him, stupid , he was eight years old at the time I wrote that..
Read one page and handed it back.
He could not, and I was wrong to offer to let him read it.
I started reading and drinking and re living as surprise my writing of that time was page turning.
I read, that which I had written, knew what came next, but was gripped.
For bleth, that is the book, that is the point when I took off.
Prescription drugs, maybe, but it is fluent and frightening.
And that is the time, bleth, when I would confront, come on flatten me. So it was part memory. One tried it, fortunately the landlord, friend, saw what was about to happen. The other was banned, not me.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 18:46:27 GMT 7
Back to the thread. It was music and a particular memory. One very strange. The turning point. I tried to trace it in my diary for 1995. Bad move, I started reading. That diary, those poems can only be released when I am dead. When second son was here I gave it to him, stupid , he was eight years old at the time I wrote that.. Read one page and handed it back. He could not, and I was wrong to offer to let him read it. I started reading and drinking and re living as surprise my writing of that time was page turning. I read, that which I had written, knew what came next, but was gripped. For bleth, that is the book, that is the point when I took off. Prescription drugs, maybe, but it is fluent and frightening. And that is the time, bleth, when I would confront, come on flatten me. So it was part memory. One tried it, fortunately the landlord, friend, saw what was about to happen. The other was banned, not me. Aaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhh Ffs |
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Post by buhi on Jan 7, 2017 18:57:44 GMT 7
No bleth, not for ffs, it was turmoil.
I gave a poetry reading in Lancaster. Those poems.
An astounded silence.
You could not applaud it.
"I think you have made your point,".
Added detail, first son was in a special facility in Lancaster, hence my living in two places at that time.
It aint ffs, true.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 19:00:26 GMT 7
Ffs it's hilarious
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Post by rubl on Jan 7, 2017 19:09:27 GMT 7
If someone would ask me "what drives a man to drink" my answer would be clear reading too many of this type of threads  |
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