Thank you Noodles for praising my last effort.There are a few of us running up and down the pitch in an effort to keep the site fresh and interesting: Noodles sweeping up at the back, WB playing in an unfamiliar wing half role and new signing Nightingale singing away as if there is no tomorrow. Clarkey is often seen on the touchline bellowing, encouraging and a lot more besides. There is lots of chatter with no sign of a petering out. Cluffy has been known to moan that we should be playing 4-4-2 not 4-3-3 however he is usually a fountain of hope and calmness.
I dashed off that last piece [92 not out] in about twenty minutes but,too late and to my dismay, I found a few errors in it, for example: how ever instead of however and neccesarily, which has to many cees and not enough esses.
But It's the message that counts, not the occasional errors. If you have something heartfelt to write just do it. As Sir Ken Robinson might say:
And stop talking like Shakespeare. You are confusing everybody. Just write. Create.
WB
This Nightingale hasn't signed anything.?
ReplyDeleteOr was that supposed to read - singing. LOL. (sorry, had to get that one in since your talking punctuality.)
Catching up on posts and firstly i would like to say your half brother must have been striving for the century. 92 runs at 15 Wow.
Going on to 92. My father in law turns 92 on March 24th. Still active but has shoulder problems with torn tendons and they will not operate due to his age. He just passed his annual driving test with flying colours. He was a smoker but gave up at 40 and has always enjoyed a drink but never over the top. His mind is perfect and he swears his longevity is due to his compassion to classical and opera music. His name is Charles Ernest Douglas and he was from Stockton and served in the British Navy but emigrated the same time as my family. As for the statistics of men dying at an average age of 57. I couldn't agree more, - but we never had the emergency facilities or the technology and i recall 2 people died in Broompark in my time from falling down the steps. One was a male and suffered a heart attack and the other was a mother who died of internal bleeding because of the lack of the services we have today.
No home phones in Broompark. I recall at primary school a boy died during the night because his throat swelled and he could not breath. Tonsillitis.??? whats that nowadays.
Ever remember being sent to hospital to have your tonsils removed.?I certainly do. Doctors were advising all parents to get their kids in to have them removed at an early age to prevent the problem.
noodles mentions the social aspect of life. Well in Broom, and i am sure Ushaw they congregated at the local pubs and clubs. Bloody sound coming from the Loves Hotel somehow got trapped in the corner where i lived in Albert street and it was the same old songs. First a lot of loud shouting and laughter but then the songs started rolling out.
Roll or bowl a ball a penny a pitch __ Ive got a lovely bunch of coconuts_ Oh i do like to be beside the seaside--It was a blessing when i heard them singing _ Irene Goodnight Irene because that always seemed to be the last song and at least i could get to bloody sleep.
Until the gate crashed and i could hear drunkards yelling as they fell.LOL.
The social mixing was missed by many when we came to Australia. most houses were built on at least 1/4 Acre blocks and you only knew those on the fence line.
Flying over Broom and Ushaw today using google earth i see that Ushaw is almost joined other than our rec ground (recreation ground.) And most the new houses are not attached.
Little boxes-little boxes.
Westaus that you for a great response. It was full of detail and all of it interesting.Regarding punctuation and words can I say that signing was used correctly - chosen to keep the metaphor going - but I have cut out the chirping and substituted singing. All's well that ends well.
ReplyDeleteAh yes, i read it differently now and signing as in a new registered member.
ReplyDeleteAlso i shouldn't be checking errors as we all make them.