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I'm out.The NCB and later British Coal gradually sold off all the old pit housing to a Housing Association on the NCB estate where I was brought up. On the Lane where I grew up, a young unemployed lad moved into one with his 17 yo GF and new baby. His landlord was the Association and they did not take kindly to him taking out the chimney breast. Those houses were built in 1926 to ’27 and had a fireplace in every room except the smallest of 3 bedrooms. The chimneys were all load-bearing…
Fortunately, they were out shopping when the whole ceiling and most of the first floor decided to become the ground floor, followed by some of the roof.
Thanks to the DSS, they were rehoused in another house on the same street, but left for another Association house in another village, after a couple of months when neighbours made it plain that they were not wanted. It must have cost quite a bit to rebuild, probably via Insurance and probably many times more than the building cost in 1926. That estate still stands, the houses all privately owned now. The first job most new owners carried out, was to pump in concrete under the floors: they sat on perimeter foundations, over packed earth. After living here in Lincs. for 17 years, when I rarely go back it all looks like rows of boxes.
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I'm out.I didn’t know they were still using attack dogs then Steve. I used a dressed mannequin (well, several!) to train my Blue to go for another target lower down, if you catch my meaning. Happened once, my section surrounded by screaming people. When I got him off, this big guy was rushed to hospital, never heard another word but he would not be a father again I guess. Old .38 Webley discovered sewn into his jacket – ballistics tested, found to have been used in 2 shootings. The rest of them legged it and 2 Para caught some of them a couple of streets away.
What a s***hole that place was.
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I'm out.Steve this is one of the first ‘real’ books I read about the War, as a kid: https://tinyurl.com/jkexb4j
My SIL, who had taken German at a Secretarial College that later became my Technical school, lent it to me. I must have been about 13 I think, it was well used by then. Published 1950, it tells stuff about WWII from a German POV, in fact both sides of the German POV. From the ones who decided to become Communist, to the other side that became West Germany. I had only remembered it when I started reading your last post. SIL says it fell apart years ago and although she is 86 now, still has a sharp mind and read out remembered passages from the book over the phone. My surviving middle bro, her husband is 87 now, in a much worse state than his wife, had two strokes and struggling, but TBH I got on better with my lovely SIL. And he was the direct opposite to her, a hard worker all his life but quite thick. Never knew what she saw in him, but they had 7 kids so it must have been something. :scratch: ? SIL’s dad was in the Anti-Aircaft on Malta in WWII, had a hard war by all accounts. Met and married SIL’s mum there, he was Irish, she was Maltese.
I am going to order that book, it’s a bit dated now but as I remember reading it several times, it points to the roots of the problems that caused the Cold War and the current disagreements in unified Germany. What was the East, still has problems of unemployment and they have the largest proportion of Right Wing voters.
You read more of “Mein Kampf” than I did, I just could not keep up with all Adolf’s ramblings, although as you say, there is a lot of truth in it. He just buried that in the racial crap. Big (unfunny) joke to me, is that the Israeli’s are now doing to the Palestinians, what the Nazis did to them. Gaza is the world’s biggest concentration camp, IMHO. I have a Jewish Army ex-mate in Manchester who dropped contact with me about those views. Still, he made Colonel with no discernible talent other than a big brown nose, so that’s no loss!
No offence meant to any Jewish person, the Holocaust was a terrible genocidal crime, but I do get a bit sick of it rammed down our throats all the time.
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I'm out.How did football come into this lol
Don’t, please don’t, mention football atm. I am a Forest supporter… 😥
Still, at least in my adopted county, Lincoln City are giving it to the Big Boys.
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I'm out.IMHO there is much more activity here, than compared to the “Real World” that MM forum had become before we all knew that it was defo an expired parrot. I know there were signs that all was not well for some time, but it appeared to be limping along OK until the official news broke.
I like Forumite: it’s much easier to use, at least for me, and with Lee the Godfather running it, it feels friendlier. :good: ?
He could always send the Heavies round to any new fanatics rocking the boat. B-)
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I'm out.Good news Nolan, hope it continues.
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I'm out.Good luck Drezha, but:
“Shame it’s the wrong side of the Pennines though ?”
Not really, otherwise you could be in Third World Yorkshire….
Tell your GF she will be closer to Ireland via the Liverpool Ferries. :yahoo: ?
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I'm out.RAVC training to stop a big ferocious dog attack included the two “Last resorts” – you need very good arm strength for this: grab a lower leg in each hand as they come at you, and whip the legs as far apart as you can. Done right, we were told, the dog loses use of its legs and has to be put down. The actual LAST Resort, was to force your whole hand in a fist, down its throat, expecting some damage to your lower arm. Turn sideways with the dog to avoid the claws. Done quickly, you cannot be bitten and the dog chokes. It would require hospital and injections afterwards, we were told. I never had to do this and never heard of it done, and the genius who thought of it probably never did either. Remember, these were trained as attack dogs. They are not used now, which is for me absolutely correct.
I was asked what I would do if a large ferocious dog attacked me. “Do I have a loaded weapon?” “Assume yes.” “Then it’s a dead dog before it gets to me.”
The Army has to have a routine for everything, we made our own.
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I'm out.The only two countries where the Swastika cannot legally be shown, are Germany and Austria. This is their conscience and their guilt, which they have passed on through the generations. I thought that pretty stupid once, even very young kids are shown around the old camps. Then I thought about slavery and the old British Empire, which our government, the establishment and some of the liberal media, are always apologising for. (Except for Prince Philip, who thinks it all still exists.) That is forgetting the fact that it was Britain that ended slavery and gave away the Empire of course.
Hitler himself did not believe that the Normandy landings were anything but a diversion, until the Allies had almost taken Calais. His biggest mistake was thinking that he was a military genius, and right up to the end he was moving forces around which did not exist. He forgot that he had been just a corporal in WWI. He was not a German either, but an Austrian: his grandad’s birth name was Shicklegrüber, changed the family name – https://tinyurl.com/jgc97db
It may also be that Hitler had Jewish blood! read that article, it’s interesting.
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I'm out.In 1977, I was on my way into the City Ground for a game against Everton. I had my own parking spot about 500 yards from the ground, locked up and took my duffle bag out of the boot, with my sarnies, coffee flask and a Fiat 131 water pump in the bottom of the bag. I had called at a Fiat dealers for the pump on the way in, for a private job on the following day. (Garage I worked then paid peanuts, boss was an ape) I was about halfway there when two Evertonians came out of a side street. I had my scarf on, they spotted it and ran at me. Then, as now, I don’t run, I thought two to one, no bother. I took out the leader’s right kneecap and suddenly noticed the knife in the other thug’s hand. I swung the duffle bag, forgetting about the water pump, which had a big wide flange, Thump! Right upside the head. The guy collapsed without a sound, his mate limped off. I checked and the one with the head injury was breathing, had a steady pulse, no blood from the ears. I picked him up and rolled him over the wall into the park, behind a bush. Picked up the knife with a cloth from my bag, thought about it, put it back in his pocket for the police to hopefully find. Went to the match and we drew 1 – 1, but that was OK as Forest came up from Div.II that year to win the league and then two Euro cups. First game that season was away at Everton, we won 3-1.
I never heard another word about the hard-headed Blue Scouser, but the pump was OK when I fitted it. Nice little earner in fact. But my coffee flask was smashed and my sarnies tasted of coffee. 🙁
Steve, Forest fans used to moan about you lot keeping us out of Europe as well. We stopped moaning after Hillsborough: remember who were the fans at the other end. (I missed that game) I know mates in the lower rows who tried to help, police stopped them. The same lads told the police to go and help, they wouldn’t. Those lads said it was obvious that something was wrong. Sad, bad day.
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I'm out.Been engaged in a panic situation: SWMBO’s lappy threw a wobbly thanks to junior grandbrat downloading a nasty.
Yes you did tell me about Sky Steve, unfortunately I listen to the voices in SWMBO’s head. :wacko: :whistle: She listens to no one except the girl grandbrats and dear daughter, which is why my advice to not put gdaughter on her lappy without Parental Control, was ignored.
I don’t dislike the programmes I can get with Sky, but I hate all the zillions of useless channels, many of which repeat the repeats that were repeated… well you know what I mean. I cannot find a way to cancel out the ones I don’t want, but I will. Sky told me I could not access the router webpage, but I found a way. I take the channel numbers I want and just select on the remote. I like the Box Sets, have recorded and Kept a lot. Watching Fortitude atm, also Quarry. Saved loads of stuff including Criminal Minds, enjoyed catching up all the Game of Thrones old episodes, waiting for Series 7 to go into Box Sets. Many of these will have been seen by most of you here, but I am playing Catchup with this stuff, so seeing it as new. But it will go at the end of the contract, although I will keep Sky broadband, phone and calls. After all my complaints and threats during the initial problems, Sky bband gave me twice as much download and a stable service. I still have the free Now TV box that I blagged from Currys, there is an ethernet port in the TV and a cable all ready in the wall, disconnected at both ends but ready to go. The year’s contract came at a good price because I took a TV in Curry’s and the whole Sky service: Bband, phone & calls. I haggled for almost 2 hours in Curry’s, with 3 staff and the manager, until I got the deal. Got up to walk out twice, but cracked them. It will not owe me a lot when I move, so no big deal. But my advice to anyone wanting Sky, is the same advice Steve gave me.
The Q Box is not bad actually, but I wished I had the 2 TB one, not the 1 TB. Its about 35% full now. I have kept all the boxes so I will be able to return anything. If I do close the service, I will have the cable rerouted, it’s all around the walls. The sky ‘engineer’ :negative: would not route it through the loft.
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I'm out.More great history! Enjoyed reading all that Steve. I knew General Speidel was top Nato dog when I first joined BAOR in ’68, but he retired shortly afterwards. Pronouncing ‘ei’ in German is usually done opposite to English – say it like ‘eye’. Actually ‘ei’ is a word: means ‘egg’. The other way round, ‘ie’ is pronounced as ‘ee’ but a little bit shorter. That’s one of the first things I learned from my German ex- missus. Second was to duck…
I bookmarked that page, thanks for that. I have always been interested in WWII, then when I spent a total of 8 years in Germany, I got out amongst them and into the country, instead of getting legless in the NAAFI bar every night. Going there in ’68, 23 years after the War, there were some of the older Germans who obviously hated us being there, but mostly I had a good time and made many friends. More than one of them told me that they respected the way I tried to learn the language, even though the majority spoke English. My two German kids started school English at 5, although they knew enough from me before they went, and one teacher asked me to try speaking with a “better accent” to my kids! I asked if she understood WYSIWYG, had to tell her what it meant, lol.
Rommel was a hero to the German people even after the War. I think I have spoken about the pub my German ex-dragon had, which was a Local for all these ex-Afrika Corps guys. They absolutely worshipped the General’s memory and said that they would have followed him anywhere. He eventually took poison as an alternative to being hung with piano wire, which is what happened to many of the assassination plotters. Hitler had the story changed for publication to make the German public believe that Rommel died of wounds he sustained when an RAF Spitfire shot – up his staff car in Normandy. WIKI says “…a Canadian attack…”, it was actually a South African pilot in an RAF Spitfire of 602 Squadron: https://tinyurl.com/gv247j8
The Afrika Corps guys I spoke to believed that their General either committed suicide or was killed on Hitler’s orders, even though most of the ones I met were POW’s in Britain, at the time, and were given the official Hitler story whilst in POW camps. I learned some new German words when they spoke about Hitler!
I have done some digging and found a report at the time of his death in the NY Times: https://tinyurl.com/h5mo8ya
I also found this, is it the book you mention? https://tinyurl.com/zjzkf2r
Done digging for now, SWMBO has tea ready. :bye:
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I'm out.Side issue question FS, mind if I Hijack?
When my Sky contract ends and I move on, I know I have to return the Q Box and probably the router if I change bband ISP as well. What happens to the dish? I have seen other houses where someone moves and the dish is left there. If they leave it, would it be capable of receiving anything like Freesat? Or is it all coded to that dish?
I will defo return the Q Box, maybe not the router, although I have a VDSL router for FTTC in my bit boxes which still works fine. It’s just that the contract was for a good price, but Sky really bugga’d me about for weeks and I know the price will go up compared to now. And I still have an aerial, an Ethernet connection in the wall by the TV, and a NOWTV box. I will never go Sky again after this year, although I have enjoyed the Box Sets: GoT, lots more.
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I'm out.Good result Drezha, bet your current company tries to tempt you to stay. As I always told my kids and I now tell the grandkids, being at least content at work is a big part of the job. Being sidelined and taken for granted, is not.
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I'm out.Biofuel!?
John, had I been younger and fitter, I would have kept the rescue dog (we called him Charlie) but when we got him I was already in a bad state of health: it was the year before I had my spinal op and I was walking very badly then. I had made a point of asking the guy in charge of the rescue kennels if he was OK with other dogs and he said yes. There were at least 40 animals in that kennels and only the human animal lied. I should have had an inkling when I walked around the kennels, looking for a dog. He tried to give me a sorry-looking little Beagle in a very large kennel, the floor covered in urine and a big bowl of water. Obviously she had Canine Diabetes and I told him that he should get her treatment or do the kindest thing. Charlie actually came up to me through the wire, I opened the door and walked away. He came after me, I turned to face him and I said “Sit,” whereupon he did, looking at me as if to say “OK, now what?”. Oh-ho, I thought, I am his choice, walked away some more, turned and he was still sat there, looking at me, one ear up, the other down, big patch across one eye. What could I do?
I heard that the RSPCA shut him down the following year. I feel bad when I think of what may have happened to Charlie, I could have trained the aggression out of him if I had been fit to manage him, I had done it before with another dog belonging to a mate. my grand kids at the time thought granddad was horrible, they loved Charlie.
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I'm out.Never any in Louth Morrisons Dwynne. After my newsagent mate retired, only WHSmith had MM, out of 3 more News outlets.
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I'm out.That was interesting, no – fascinating, Steve. I had never heard of that, heard of the Felsennest, Tannenberg, Adlerhorst and Waldwiese. And the Fuhrerbunker in Berlin of course. I visited none of those, I suspect that the Germans have long ago turned them into something else, but I may be wrong. I have visited Dachaü and Bergen-Belsen though. Anyone who visits North Germany should see Belsen, it’s a most eerie place. Anyone going to the München area should also consider seeing Dachaü, which is almost as it was in terms of buildings, ovens/crematoria. Somehow, even with all that and graphic, large scale photographs, Dachaü did not affect me as much as Belsen. Belsen made all of our party feel creepy. Yellow grass, still air, no birds around. The hair stood up on the back of my neck in one area, and I was not alone with that feeling. 🙁
Richard it seems we may have parallels in the type of scool we attended. Our Chemistry and biology master was a mad 6’5″ Welshman named Davies. He carried a length of Bunsen tubing in his old tweed jacket pocket, tied into a knot at one end. He wore crepe soled shoes and would creep up behind a chattering pupil, then whack him upside the ear with the knotted end. I know: I was one of his regular targets. Eventually he took only Chemistry and a new guy took Biology. He was a Russian named (of all things) Asimov, and he was horrible. I asked him if he was related to Isaac Asimov and he was blank-faced, no idea what I was talking about. At the next lesson he ordered me out and screamed in my face “Do you think I write Science Fiction boy?” To which I replied “No sir, I just wish you did anything else but teach!”
Yet another visit to see the Head… :negative: B-)
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I'm out.I call them GSD’s because the best ones are bred in Germany, or more likely nowadays, from imported German stock, with German papers. This may upset some Kennel Club members, but the fact is that dogs bred from ancestors in the UK, have been subjected to “Show” features for breeding: many have been bred for the pointed muzzle. This is completely and utterly wrong in all respects. It narrows the cranium, shrinks the width of the braincase and often causes jaw and teeth problems. It also leads to problems in the brain, often causing unpredicatable behaviour. A good, true-to- original breed GSD/Alsatian, has a broad head with a distinct double-dome top of the skull. The same thing has happened over time to English Collies (the ‘Lassie’ type, not Border Collies, which are used as sheepdogs.) Some of this was the result of incestuous breeding, taking dogs with narrower and narrower muzzles and breeding from related dogs to force a muzzle shape in descendant dogs. The people who did this were committing a genetic crime, it is akin to the Egyptian Phaeroes who married their sisters for generations and all wound up with serious genetic defects.
The Belgian Shepherd was originally a sheep and cattle-dog in Belgium, the Netherlands and borders. There are actually 4 disinct breeds: Lakenois, which is closest to the ancient stock, Groenendael, Malinois and Tervuren. These breeds were recognised and standardised in the 19th century by the Belgian Shepherd Dog Club. I have a mate who has a dog crossbred from a standard Poodle and a black Groenendael, it is the daftest, most playful animal I have ever seen. Boundless energy, will run all day. All 4 breeds make good pets, if brought up with children they are fine, but if not, do not trust an adult dog which has never known kids. It may be that some of the breed, do not understand what children are if they have not been brought up with them, and confuses them. Confusion can cause a dog to attack.
Steve, you are not alone, most Brits call them Alsatians. They originated in Germany, but the exact area is problematical: Alsace has switched between France and Germany for centuries. The Franco-Prussian war won Alsace-Lorraine for Germany, but WWI made it French again. Many people in the region speak either both languages, or a patois of both. The border has always been blurred by the people intermarrying, or children born from the results of invasion.
I have two local lady neighbours who have Shitzus: one has a lovely little female dog which always makes for men in the Close, very friendly. The other is a male dog and he is stand-offish unless there are biscuits about. I like them both, but fancy a Westie.
John, I have never crated or kenelled my dogs. Personal choice I know, but all the dogs I had could wander through the house at will, after being house-trained. They were all free spirits. Watching the reaction of a “new” dog to a huge open space, was magic. My last was a mutt, a strange looking rescue dog. The first time I took him to a local beach was winter. He gazed all around him, gave a little yelp and looked up at me as if to say “Is this real?” 5 minutes later he was running around in huge circles. He was a great dog, probably about 2 years old, comical looking, big floppy ears, one stuck up, one flopped down, could run like a hound. He loved the grandkids and would let them do anything to him, travelled in the car well, never made a mess without going to grass or soil. Then he started attacking big dogs and I had to take him back: he pulled me into a deep dyke once, trying to kill a Choco Lab. I took him back and the guy would not come out, locked his door. I left him tied to a Land Rover bumper, where he could see him, and drove home filling up. They do get to you.
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I'm out.Richard, my “Secondary Technical” school was two lateral rows of opposing Nissen huts, with a brick, roofed corridor running between and connecting them. It had been, by turns, a POW camp, USA Military hospital, (POW’s moved on before the D-Day landings, preparing for the US casualties) Then after WWII, a Police Training College, Secretarial School, Technical College. After which it became the Technical School where I began attendance from 1956 to 1961. It was situated upon a valley which climbed a hilly area and across from a massive Reservoir which all male students were expected to run around from the age of 11. The hilly area was huge and made into several sports pitches: the school was very concerned with sport. 5 football pitches, a full-size running track and a cricket pitch, all based upon land that no one wanted. Now it is the NHS behemoth that is Kings Mill Hospital, Mansfield. As a result of the hilly pitches and the reservoir running, we lads became very fit and regularly thrashed every other school in the area at everything. It gave me alove of running and football that carried on into Army service. Unfortunately, the girls left in 1957 and the school was then composed of around 840 boys. It produced so many engineers in its time, but after closure in the year I left, ’61, that school was joined with the new girls’ school and was just another (in) comprehensive. Ihave it on good authority that the school did not close as a result of my leaving. :yahoo: B-)
Further to the POW story: in the Engineering block of two huts, more space was needed. Masters and students alike, including yours truly, broke open a connecting door into an area that had obviously not been opened since the War. On the walls was a great deal of German graffiti and the washbowl there had the legend “Wasser sparen” – Save water. The school was donated more machinery by local engineering works and the 5th & 6th forms benefitted from more advanced engineering practical tuition. It was a wonderful school and I thank my stars that I went there.
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