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I was stung by a bee once. Little bastard!
I prefer No.2 - it looks a bit further away!!!

Stop messing about.

Perhaps I misheard. Age thing.

Some people are bound to take it the wrong way though.

Dogs being let out by people while they went off to work. They'd roam around the streets all day, form packs, and you'd see dog fights. "Careful" we'd say, "there's a pack of dogs over the road." - Times change!

Used to always be seeing dead cats along the kerbs when I was a boy. More traffic nowadays but rarely see a dead cat. Wonder why that is!

Fry's Chocolate Cream ; NO.6/Sovereign/Guards (Ciggies.) ;Ilford films ; Standard fireworks (don't know if they're still going - what was the other name of them? ;small plastic circular things you'd spin on a plastic thingy by tightening up a rubber band - hold it up, release the band. and wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee the plastic circular thingy would fly up in the air! (Or was there a piece of string that had to be pulled?)- Memory going-losing me marbles...oh yeah, MARBLES, and flicking picture cards up the wall (PG tips picture cards).

Some have woken up - most haven't!

CJ...

Roads are hard/bikes are dangerous ... Yes, you're right of course.... But boys will be boys. I lived along Clapton Way, a turning off of Downs Road. I do remember the bombed out flattened remains of two houses along Downs Road. We'd get up to mischief playing about with all the bricks - now THAT was dangerous!!!

Up until I was about ten I'd often go along to Ridley Road market with a pal on Saturday mornings (we'd buy our toy Corgi cars from a shop along there).

Happy days!

Until about fourteen I lived in Clapton, a sub-district of London's Hackney borough. Our council house was only about a hundred yards from a quite large park called Hackney Downs. When my older brother left school and bought himself a motorbike he gave me his 'Reg Harris' racing bike. I'd ride it for hours and hours 'over the downs' along the tarmac pathways - and I wouldn't piddle about!

I found a way of negotiating tight bends without having to come to a virtual stop - I'd copy the speedway riders. On approach to a corner I'd sort of throw myself away from the bike and (if a right hand corner) twist the front wheel sharply to the left so that as I leaned the bike over the front wheel would be pointing upwards. I'd just negotiated one of the tight corners 'over the downs' one day and was pressing down on the pedals as I straightened up the bike to pick up speed again (I was a mad kid looking back on it!)

Anyway I was going along at a fair old clip and still pushing my feet down on the pedals when the right pedal came down onto the top of a wooden kerb along the side of the tarmac path. I don't really know how high I went but I do know I did at least one complete somersault up in the air before hitting the grass along the right side of the path then rolling along several times before coming to a stop. I gradually sat up to see my bike on the floor about thirty yards away. Amazingly all I had was a small graze on my left elbow. But I was so lucky (cyclists didn't wear helmets or any protective clothing back in the 1960's) because when I sat up on the grass I could see that I'd come to a stop just a couple of feet away from a thick concrete lamp post further ahead. If I'd come off the bike a few feet later I would have gone head first into that concrete post.

I used to love that bike - light blue it was with 5 gears!

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Quote: victor nicholas

Reindeer have ligament in their legs that makes a snapping sound as they walk so they can follow each other in blizzards when there is no visibility.

This may not be important to most people but Canadians queuing up for buses are starting to make this sound.

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I get strange clicks from my knees when I walk! Now I know why. I must be a reindeer!

I had my first(hopefully last) heart attack this year on 15 March. Two days later in hospital I had angioplasty op. 90% blockage cleared with stent at top-left side of heart, another blockage on front of heart, also treated with stent.Discharged day after op. Lots of pills to take but I'm still alive. I received brilliant treatment. NHS.

Three years ago, also NHS, my elderly mum was in my view wrongly placed onto a pathway for the dying when presenting a non-terminal condition that she then went on to recover from only to die a week later from kidney failure caused by having been denied fluids during the three days she'd been on that Liverpool Care Pathway intended to be used for the terminally ill! If she'd had private medical insurance I don't think they'd have thrown the towel in on trying to save her life at the first sign of difficulty!

You.....you.....you....you.....you ROTTERS!!!