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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2017 16:04:14 GMT
Man fined $149 for singing 'Everybody Dance Now'I'd better stop singing in the car, considering that my voice is easily bad enough to frighten people in Canada. (I'm kidding, obviously. I doubt anyone much further than Iceland will experience serious distress.) At least he only got a fine: some poor sod in Dubai’s got three months in the slammer for touching another man’s arse in a bar! I mean, if half of us on here had got three months every time we’d touched another man’s arse, we’d never be out of the place! Posts would be down by about 80%...
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Post by michalnowicki on Oct 23, 2017 17:05:07 GMT
^ I think that the press coverage gracefully referred to the touched part as "hip"
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Post by tmesis on Oct 23, 2017 17:25:42 GMT
I had an upper wisdom tooth extracted this morning (together with a small filling.) Total amount of time in dentist's chair 50 minutes!) It all went well and was better than expected, although I was a little alarmed when the tooth proved stubborn to remove and he brought in a colleague to assist with comments like 'you want to go in on the left side and then a bit more central.'
I had it done at the Centre for Dentistry, which is private only but reasonably priced. They are a nationwide 'chain' located within larger Sainsbury's stores. This somehow makes it more stress free when you combine it with buying a few carrots and a pint of milk.
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Post by martin1965 on Oct 23, 2017 18:04:09 GMT
Used to love Wendy's in London. They seemed to disappear overnight! Were you as upset when the Lyons Corner Houses closed ? Who?
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Post by rockinrobin on Oct 23, 2017 18:34:45 GMT
I woke up with a massive anxiety attack and it's still here after over 12 hours - so I wish I could say my day was fine but not really... Anyway. Onwards.
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Post by CG on the loose on Oct 23, 2017 19:23:43 GMT
mostly because the branch near school was L-shaped which meant we could hide round the corner for a sneaky ciggie out of sight of passing teachers or prefects! My school was way better. Only 1 pub within walking distance. Whichever arrived first, 6th form or teachers, called "inside" or "garden" and after that "we didn't see you, you didn't see us." They were more relaxed about drinking than smoking... there was an unwritten agreement about which pubs were ours and which were theirs! Plus there was a chippy/off-licence just off school grounds which was only to happy to serve us on either side of the partition between the two, provided we made a reasonable attempt to cover up our uniform on the offie side of the shop!
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Post by Tibidabo on Oct 24, 2017 11:04:20 GMT
Is there anyone here in the garment industry? If so, I would love to know the reasoning behind injecting itching powder into clothes' labels, then embedding them so deep into the seams that there is no way of extricating them without leaving a giant hole.👗✂️😠
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2017 11:29:19 GMT
Re: Pubs and School. I was never in the 6th form crowd that went to the local pub (it was across the road from school which in hindsight was a bit brazen) but I was aware which one it was. I was a bit perturbed some years later to find it was my work's 'Local' as well and we would have leaving lunches and after work drinks surrounded by the current crop of 6th Formers.
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Post by peggysue on Oct 24, 2017 13:20:24 GMT
Does anyone remember the Tennessee Pancake House. I used to go to the one in Villiers Street along from Embankment underground. Going back to the 70's now. Left London in early 80's so don't know when it closed down or even if any still exist. I especially loved the sweet pancakes covered in fresh fruit and cream.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2017 13:31:37 GMT
Is there anyone here in the garment industry? If so, I would love to know the reasoning behind injecting itching powder into clothes' labels, then embedding them so deep into the seams that there is no way of extricating them without leaving a giant hole.👗✂️😠 Funny you should ask that but yes, I did used to work in the garment industry, for a well known theatrical costumier. Many moons ago. For a bit of a laugh from time to time we would sprinkle in some itching powder into the seams of ladies’ leotards we worked on and which were destined for West End chorus girls. We used to joke that it was the only way some of the older girls could cock their legs high enough, with a little bit of help from the itching powder...! I left years ago but I left my old pal Garry Gusset still attached to his sewing machine. He must still be there... Are you a West End chorus girl by any chance?
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Post by Tibidabo on Oct 24, 2017 13:57:16 GMT
Funny you should ask that but yes, I did used to work in the garment industry, for a well known theatrical costumier. Many moons ago. For a bit of a laugh from time to time we would sprinkle in some itching powder into the seams of ladies’ leotards we worked on and which were destined for West End chorus girls. We used to joke that it was the only way some of the older girls could cock their legs high enough, with a little bit of help from the itching powder...! I left years ago but I left my old pal Garry Gusset still attached to his sewing machine. He must still be there... Are you a West End chorus girl by any chance? Oh Caiaphy! It was almost worth cutting a hole in my new Banana Republics just for that! I'm not sure which I find the bigger conundrum - trying to decide if most of it's true, or if you really believe I may have been a West End chorus girl! Acting I may have dibble-dabbled in, but no amount of itching powder would have hoisted my leg any higher than Ronnie Corbett's gastrocnemius... And I'm ashamed to say that I do not recognise the Edward Scissorfinger in your latest avatar.
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Post by viserys on Oct 24, 2017 14:06:17 GMT
Wendy's but they pulled out of the UK years ago I'm always surprised how few American chains did make it over. Does anyone else remember "Huckleberrys" (which didn't really make it out of Wood Green) and "Q-Quick" - I think it was called, that was where Burger King is now on Leicester Square? Horrible burgers, but cheap. Oh, and can any American say if "mom and pop" style "family diners" still exist in the USA, or have the chains finally got to them all? There was also a Taco Bell in Leicester Square where the TGI Friday's now is. I remember that because I had "discovered" Taco Bell during an early USA trip, was ecstatic to realize there was a Taco Bell in London as well and it was gone before I had a single chance to eat there. I am not American but family diners still do exist when you venture beyond the cities and the highways (where every exit seems to have a cluster of forever the same chains). When I go to New York, I stay with a local friend outside of the five boroughs and we've done some driving around in the area and dined in lovely little places. I would also agree that people were way more relaxed about everything in the 80s, but perhaps it was a lack of awareness. As a child I spent more time than I should mention in the local village pub (where my father was a fixture) and while I didn't drink alcohol, I was exposed to tons of cigarette smoke (also at home) and it wasn't a bother. But the more smoking became restricted, the more sensitive I grew to it and these days I can't tolerate a smoke-filled room and get annoyed when someone is walking in front of me while smoking, so the smoke drifts into my face.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2017 14:28:26 GMT
I think I may have broken a toe. On the plus side, as I normally drink enough alcohol on a daily basis to bring down a proletariat I can't feel a thing.
Every cloud.
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Post by Tibidabo on Oct 24, 2017 14:48:04 GMT
I think I may have broken a toe. Keeping up with the Clintons eh? What did you drop?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2017 15:00:23 GMT
Other than several amusing bon mots, probably a cocktail shaker.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2017 15:07:39 GMT
Funny you should ask that but yes, I did used to work in the garment industry, for a well known theatrical costumier. Many moons ago. For a bit of a laugh from time to time we would sprinkle in some itching powder into the seams of ladies’ leotards we worked on and which were destined for West End chorus girls. We used to joke that it was the only way some of the older girls could cock their legs high enough, with a little bit of help from the itching powder...! I left years ago but I left my old pal Garry Gusset still attached to his sewing machine. He must still be there... Are you a West End chorus girl by any chance? Oh Caiaphy! It was almost worth cutting a hole in my new Banana Republics just for that! I'm not sure which I find the bigger conundrum - trying to decide if most of it's true, or if you really believe I may have been a West End chorus girl! Acting I may have dibble-dabbled in, but no amount of itching powder would have hoisted my leg any higher than Ronnie Corbett's gastrocnemius... And I'm ashamed to say that I do not recognise the Edward Scissorfinger in your latest avatar. Someone has told me- I can't remember who now as I've got to that age where you forget- that there's no need to cut holes in your Banana Republics (I'm assuming they are ladies' netherportion undergarments???) as they sell them with holes already cut in them at a shop called Ann Summers. Might be worth checking out... No, I fibbed. I've never worked in the garment industry, and I was joshing when I suggested that you could get your leg higher than Ronnie's Corbett's whatsit (I had to look that word up, you know...) I guessed you are too old for that now. You're probably like me and forget whether you ever could... My new avatar is none other than Garry Gusset. Oh yes, he existed! Another fib. He's the rather gorgeous David Charles Abell, one of my favourite conductors.
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Post by lynette on Oct 24, 2017 17:24:21 GMT
‘‘Tis my birthday. Excellent so far with only Bake Off to go 😂 Unusually no Theatre involved this time.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2017 17:58:12 GMT
I think I may have broken a toe. I broke a toe on the way to see Chicago once. I didn't realise how much damage I'd done until the pain didn't diminish and when I looked on arriving at the theatre it had turned black. I had to sit with an ice pack on my foot for the second act to allow me to get home again. When I got home I bound the toe up with gaffer tape, because you can repair anything with gaffer tape.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2017 18:16:04 GMT
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Post by lynette on Oct 24, 2017 21:29:24 GMT
That's a beaute- we should award this to ourselves for winning the award. Did anyone mention we won an award?
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Post by Tibidabo on Oct 24, 2017 23:43:45 GMT
No, I fibbed. I've never worked in the garment industry, and I was joshing when I suggested that you could get your leg higher than Ronnie's Corbett's whatsit (I had to look that word up, you know...) I guessed you are too old for that now. You're probably like me and forget whether you ever could... Exsqueeze me! Are you incinerating I'm old, you cheeky old plotting priest you? I'm not too old to shove yer face into your pink semolina, that's for sure. And I'll have you know that my memory is as, um, whatjamicallit as a thingamybob, so stop casting your nasturtiums and pick on someone your own size age......I hear Prince Philip is a bit bored lately.
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Post by stefy69 on Oct 25, 2017 12:30:34 GMT
Jeez ! A colleague left her newspaper on her desk and I sneaked a peak into the murky world of the Daily Express ( it's O K I washed my hands afterwards ! ), in my defence I was drawn to it by it's aim to stamp out our overseas aid budget !!! ( no doubt the people joining it's campaign do so from their centrally heated homes with a glass of fresh/clean water by their side and when the need to have access to good sanitisation )!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2017 15:04:59 GMT
My theatre trip has ended. Just landed in Spain and it's so hot it's unbearable.
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Post by Tibidabo on Oct 25, 2017 15:36:25 GMT
Just landed in Spain and it's so hot it's unbearable. I'll happily swap you! Last night I attended a masterclass on writing for film by Stephen Endelman. Very informative. However, THREE hours without an interval was a tad mucho. And the minuscule Barbican pit toilets are now gender bloody neutral. Sorry, I do not care which one of the 158 current genders you purport to be. Doesn't affect my life. As long as you are nice to me when you make my coffee/speak to me at parents' evening/ arrest me........hell - it doesn't bother me and I probably wouldn't even notice you aren't what you were born as. However. If you have a male appendage I really object to you squeezing past me to reach the paper towels whilst I am washing my hands. And also most of you cannot aim and I don't see why I should be forced to stand in/put my bag down in....well, you get my drift. I feel old and grumpy but ...ugh. Edit: I should add that there are still 2 lots of toilets in the Pit - one entitled 'Gender neutral, cubicles' and the other 'Gender neutral, cubicles and urinals.' So basically it's just made the queue for the ladies even longer having blokes in it because I cannot imagine any girl going into the one with urinals thank you very much.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2017 15:52:05 GMT
'Gender neutral, cubicles and urinals.' How in god's name is a gender neutral urinal supposed to work?
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