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My hair when all of it was still present. was dark brown with a dark red streak off centre. My eldest brother was almost black haired and curly: middle bro was ginger but is now 88 and what is left, is white. He also has dementia and does not know anyone, including wife and his 6 remaining kids. We never got on, but it still hurts to know that.
My dad was black haired, although he had it cut short every week, said he could not stand pit work with long hair. Even after he retired, he still had a weekly haircut. It was almost all black well into his 70’s, but mine started to go at about 65 and just carried on the process desribed by John: “…as age has caught up the hairline has started to re-locate from the forehead to the nose and ears!!!!! ” I inherited my granddad’s hair loss: last pic of him at 71, he was almost bald. Grandma still had lots of dark hair. mam was red haired with the temper to match.
As a result of parents’ mixed hair colour, my ‘tache never matched my hair: it was light ginger and is now what they call ‘salt & pepper’. I have a pic somewhere of me at 18: masses of hair swept straight back, DA and sideboards. I was a Rocker then. Time is cruel!
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I'm out.Steve, the Norwegians were drinking in Germany at the local Bavarian Gasthof’s and Gasthausen. It was very much cheaper there than back home, for them. Cosequently they drank as if Prohibition was going to happen every day. Some of those Bavarian pubs were small, one-owner places which either brewed their own beer and distilled their own Schnapps, or were sharing costs with others. One in particular made his own Obstler: http://tinyurl.com/obkc26v (scroll down to Fruit.)
That stuff is lethal if you are not used to it: because it is distilled from fruit, it tastes great and is a bit “More-ish”. Hangovers are accompanied by an acid stomach, it is best to just have one or two. First time I drank it, was at a tiny Gasthaus with an owner who had been a POW in Nottinghamshire, my birth county. By one of those crazy coincidences, the camp he was held at, was later my Technical School. When we both discovered that, I never paid for a drink. The guy had worked on Notts farms and said he had been treated very well by the locals. My hangover next day was legendary, I could hardly open my eyes and the snowfields hurt my brain. The landlord’s wife also made some home made Oxtail soup with button mushrooms which was very, very good. If ever you want a good snack in Germany, ask for “Ochsenschwanzsuppe mit Champignons”. Lovely!
Yes, Langlauf is hard. I was used to distance running, especially cross country, thought I was fit until the first time I tried Langlauf: thought I was going to collapse after a couple of Km. After I had been doing it a while, it really improved my running. The altitude improved my breathing and together with leg muscle development I felt that I could run all day.
The wreck sat in front of the PC bears no relation to what it was then.
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I'm out.Downloaded Glympse and Express, thanks Steve and Ryan!
Ed, I will look into that SF Podcast later, thanks! A family “do” coming up at lunchtime, rolling several birthdays into one.
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I'm out.The issue for us is contact with family Richard. Before we had a mobile, there were occasions when a family emergency came up and we did not learn about it until coming home and taking recorded messages from the landline. Some of those events were important, one was actually potentially life-threatening. Another was the very stressfull period when my lad’s marriage broke up and our two grandchildren, 4 and 2 yo, were taken into care. By the time my daughter’s marriage went the same way and her ex decided to force his way into her house, she was able to contact the Police and myself. I beat the police to it by about 15 minutes and ejected the offending lunatic over her fence and into a bed of 3foot high nettles, which was highly satisfying to everyone but the ex: it was July, very warm and he was in shorts. ? The police arrived as he was threatening to hit me with a garden spade, just in time to see me take out his left kneecap and throw him back into the nettles. ?
He was charged with (best of my recollection) aggravated breaking and entering, threatening to kill, aggravated assault and criminal damage. I called him ‘lunatic’ because after this incident he self – admitted to an Institution, on the advice of his lawyer. He has been locked-up since, for drugs, Porn and Fraud offences. I have no idea where he is now, but I hope it is hot for him.
Point is, he would probably have hurt my daughter very badly, had she not been able to contact me via the mobile. This idiot did all this in front of his toddler son, who is now 24 and wants no contact with him.
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I'm out.I have a Mexican Pete (droopy) ‘tache but wet shave every morning. I used to get cuts and nicks, but since finding Nivea Aftershave Balm (commercial break) my facial skin is not as dry and I don’t need to stick bits of bogpaper all over my face anymore. Routine is: wash face in hot water, leave face wet, Nivea shave gel, wash again in hot water, rinse off in very cold water, dry face off and apply Nivea Balm. Doesn’t sting like aftershave lotion, just cools and soothes and smells nice, not a heavy smell. And I use the cheapest disposable Gillette GII razors, best price is Superdrug for a 20 pack, usually get about 3-4 shaves from each one.
Shaved me ‘tache off 2 years ago, family went ballistic. Wife: “Where’s my old man?” No.2 gson: “What have you done with my granddad?” I had kept the tache since Army days, about ’73 I think. Old cockney CSM Tom Silk once drew a biro mark across my top lip, on parade: “Shave everything below that line by tomorrow, or I will lock you up!”
It didn’t feel like me anyway, so I grew it back.
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I'm out.For every one of 8 winters in BAOR during the Cold War, I skied at a location near the Czech (then Czechoslovak) border. The venue was a massive complex of huts, under the aegis of 32 Engineer Regiment, R.E. Those guys were organised down to their bootlaces, which suited my own personality very well. They were also great company and gave very good instruction, having apparently been at the game in that location since just after WWII. They were assisted by soldiers from the Norwegian Army, and when I decided upon Langlauf (cross-country) skiing as opposed to downhill, it was those lads who instructed me. All huge lumps of athletic Scandinavian beef, they easily outpaced me at first, but by the third year I was keeping up with them. They paid me great honour by admitting that I had actually almost reached their level, then threw me into a lake fully dressed in – 15° temp’s to show their appreciation. That evening I learned that huge Norwegians can drink huge amounts of spirits without falling over, but shortass Brits cannot….
I was very, very fit in those days. The 32 lads had all sorts of self-built kit in those huts, including a Sauna. I had done one of my famous courses for exercises in the Field: building showers from lots of wrinkly tin and any leftover bits the RE lads had. They were really chuffed when I built a shower into the lean – to, and showed them how to do it in all the other huts. Cue more alcohol consumption, but I could keep up with them. Later in the summer, I beat their best cross-country runner in the BAOR championships.
Memories…
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I'm out.I put my Gert’s Google account on my devices as a backup, and mine on hers. When I sign in to Google, I am presented with 2 accounts, and so is SWMBO. This takes trust I know, but neither of us has a secret from the other. Well, I don’t think so… well, not on t’internet, anyway… (cringe)??
That way we can both look at photos and stuff, whenever we like. I love the fact that having a Google account on all my devices, allowing Google to Backup and Sync, means I never lose anything it has. I have saved the accounts of 3 friends and family that way.
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I'm out.No worries BL, probably because it was from my Inbox. I won’t post it again, but from your link anyone can get the TfL site. I advise anyone who uses London Transport of any description, to take the newsletter: it also gives information about marches, events and protests. If we are going to my mate’s in High Barnet, I always check it, because I like to travel the Tube down to Central London during our stay.
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I'm out.The 1980 League Cup Final has bad memories for me. Not from the effects of Demon Drink, but the whole day was a mess. I took my now sadly deceased nephew Peter, as I had taken him to every game since I left the Army in ’76. This League Cup would have been a hat trick of cups in the competition, in the year of our second European Cup and runners-up in the League to some other Red mob who played at some place called Anfield, in the Independent Scouse Republic. *More about that later)
The idea was to drive the last of 7 Capri’s I had owned, to Nottingham Station, then onto a Football Special to Wembley, leaving the car in the Station car park for the journey home. The game was a succession of Forest attacks which hit enough woodwork to bring down the goalmouth, two penalties not given to us, Wolves packing the defence. They made two attacks: in the first, Needham knocked over Shilton, who was screaming for the ball, they both fell over and that horrible barsteward Andy Gray had an empty net. Even he could not miss that. Their second attack almost made it 2-0, but George Berry hit the bar. If Larry Lloyd had not been injured, there would have been no collision, as Lloydy and Shilts were almost telepathic and did not get in each other’s way. I actually thought Kenny Burns was going to kill Needham and so did Cloughy: he subbed him. Interestingly, all players on the pitch were either Scots, English or Welsh.
Having lost, nephew and I went home to Notts. At the station, got to my car and must have left the parking light on (Mk.1 Capri: indicator stalk controlled one side of sidelights, as a parking light) End of a perfect day – lost a cup final to a crap team, given a bump – start down the road by other equally p****d off fans.???
*If it had been a draw, we would have won any replay: we were good at replays, we beat both West Ham United and the Independent Scouse Republic teams, after replays, on the way to the final.??
I am now hiding…
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I'm out.One reason why I don’t worry about all the targetting and tracking, is that I do not allow “them” to do anything with the data, if I can help it. Most of the targetted ads, I ignore, unless it proposes something useful that I might like. And that, I guess, is where Steve’s words are correct: ” Everyone wins with targeted adds. ”
But when it comes to selling on the data, or passing it to a “sister” organisation for “Market Research”, do I not like that! I take a jaundiced view of Surveys, for example: I read, then delete about 99% of them. Some may say that it helps others. Yes – the ‘others’ are the ones who are selling whatever is in the Survey.
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I'm out.Steve’s reasoning is based on (most) HMF training, which is that (most) service personnel are trained to think for themselves. This is noticeable by its absence when dealing with regiments such as Foot and Horse Guards, who suffer from a condition known as Khaki Brain Syndrome. This disease is also present in different colours than Khaki, amongst older, long-serving superior officers of all forces including the police. It is most glaringly obvious in politicians, especially Ministers.
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I'm out.You’re welcome Ryan, hope it works out for him.
My Lenovo takes a SIM card if I needed it, but think it’s restricted to sending & receiving text messages only. I never did that, but it is possible with some tablets.
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I'm out.BL, I may have visited your street at that time, I was very, very drunk at the time of that (long) weekend. I was probably making less sense than you were in your pram. I do vaguely recall dancing in most of the streets and snogging at least half the female WHU support.
Memories of that game will always be with me, but the aftermath is a bit foggy.
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I'm out.It doesn’t bother me that FB and Google know where I’ve been. But I would very much like to know where I will be in a month’s time, say….
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I'm out.Thanks Lee, knew you would pick it up.?
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I'm out.Forest have always had a lot of Scandinavian fans, goes back way before WWII, can’t find out how it started. There is still a Scandinavian presence today. It gobsmacks me that guys from Norway and Sweden get on a plane, fly to Newcastle airport and train down to Nottingham, to watch what is -(sob)- a currently not very good Championship team. But then we are usually the club with one of the highest average attendances in the Championship, by the end of the season, so that also gobsmacks me. Years of disappointment and still they go to the City Ground: real fans.
In 1991 SWMBO and I went to Majorca and wound up in a lovely hotel. I met a German family there and we got on well. One of their teenage lads asked where we came from in England: well I knew they would have no clue where Mansfield was, so I said “Nottingham” which was where I was born anyway. “Ah,” said the lad, “Nottingham Forest!”
That felt good, until I realised that he pronounced it in better English than mine.??
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I'm out.We will get the usual “Lessons will be learned” and have another long wait to discover who educates whom.
Cynical, Moi?
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I'm out.How do you like me new pic?
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I'm out.Not the best Phone answer from me Ryan I know, but as another Senior with sight problems, I would recommend an 8″ Android tablet, Kindle and other e-books. With a Google account linked to the phone, your FIL can see the family photos much clearer, in larger format. I know that I find it much better to use emails, photos and apps on the tablet, than on the phone. Backup and Sync from Google keeps it all together and regularly updated. I have also put the BBC website, iPlayer, NOWTV, UKTV Play, ITV Hub and Oldies music on my Lenovo and Hudl (should get rid of one, but can’t bear to part!) He could take pics with either device and see them on each. My library book visits are less since I had Kindle on the tablet.
What are his interests? Ask him what he would like to read or listen to. Maybe Audio books. If he’s a Senior Technophobe, be gentle with him! I still have problems, and I started with this stuff in my late fifties. Luckily I have grandkids that I can turn to. Strangely, in my case it’s my SIL who is the Technophobe and he turns to me first. (think he doesn’t like telling our 12 yo gdaughter he can’t handle it.)
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I'm out.Last night my No.2 gson made me a pressie of his 3rd. device NOWTV password, for my Lenovo tablet in hospital and after. Good lad! I also have UKTV Play and ITV Hub, might get more.
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