Vegas & The Aftermath - Diary

[TightEnd]

Abandoned London tube stations?

much closer. well done

these are the abandoned tube stations on one particular line though

[lazaroonie]

No. Well Lords yes, but no to the others

think its the old aylesbury/bucks line ?

[gatso]

Abandoned London tube stations?

much closer. well done

these are the abandoned tube stations on one particular line though

how did I not get a well done but tom gets it when he copies? you lot cheat so much.

metropolitan line innit?

[tikay]

Abandoned London tube stations?

much closer. well done

these are the abandoned tube stations on one particular line though

The Metropolitan Line, as was?

[TightEnd]

Yes

Well done Gatwickso

[gatso]

you should've thrown swiss cottage into the list to confuse things

it was a station on the met line which they shut down a year after they built another station with the same name on the bakerloo line

then they moved it to the jubilee line to really confuse people

[tikay]

Bunker tale please.

Oh and while you are at it,don't you come from London Tikay? If so how did you end up in Derbyshire.

I'd have chosen Yorkshire meself,or Cornwall.

Yes, I hail from London originally, West London in fact. (And, for a while, Coulsdon in Surrey, Wootton Rivers in Wiltshire, & Preston, but that was all before I was 5 years old).

In about 1981, I needed to get out of London in a hurry.

I lived "at home" with my Stepmother, & my Dad, & their Son, who is my half-brother.

Dad died, I did not get on - at ALL - with my Stepmother, so I had to move, & fast.

We buried Dad on Thursday, I shot up the M1 on Friday, looking for something in Derbyshire/Nottinghamshire, as I'd worked up there for years, & loved the area.

At M1 J25, there was a Wimpey sign, advertising a new housing estate.

I exited there, found the Estate, stuck a deposit down, & that was that, 6 weeks later I had my new home.

A month ago, I made the final mortgage repayment, so that tale began 28 years ago.

In a way, my life sort of begun then, freed from the shackles of a Victorian upbringing & oppressive home life.

Some weeks later, I discovered something new to me. Girls.

I was in my thirties then, so I had a bit of time to make up. And I had a jolly good try at doing so. Oh, the shame, when I think back on some of the antics I got up to in those days.

A rude awakening, too, to the sensitivies of females.

I was regularly "seeing" a rather pleasant Lady, then, somehow - don't ask how these things happen, they just do - I ended up with her Daughter, who was a good deal younger than the Mother. That relationship lasted several years, but the Mother never spoke to me again, & it was particularly awkward when I stayed over at their place at weekends.

Strange how touchy women can be.

PS - All joking aside, I'm not proud of many things I've done, but it's my life, it happened, & thats that.

[Claw75]

you should've thrown swiss cottage into the list to confuse things

it was a station on the met line which they shut down a year after they built another station with the same name on the bakerloo line

then they moved it to the jubilee line to really confuse people

any idea why it's called Swiss Cottage anyway? I could look it up, but don't want to deny someone the opportunity to impart their knowledge

[gatso]

surely you've had a drink in the swiss cottage claire?



the area/tube is named after the pub

[Claw75]

nope - I've never had any business to be in Swiss Cottage. Actually I did get off the tube there once, it was when I was following New Kids on the Block round London, but can't for the life of me remember what was happening there. I didn't go to pubs before I was 18, obv.

[TightEnd]

nActually I did get off the tube there once, it was when I was following New Kids on the Block round London,

tell us more. You did what?

[Claw75]

nActually I did get off the tube there once, it was when I was following New Kids on the Block round London,

tell us more. You did what?

I was a 15/16 year old rebellious teenager living in London. Probably 100 or so of us, the 'hard core' fans, as we liked to think of ourselves, used to spend the weeks when the group were tourning the UK camped outside their hotel, following them wherever they went. It was more fun than school and we got to meet our idols. They were fun times actually, but if my daughter ever thought about doing it.....well. New Kids were 1990-91. In 1991 there was also Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch, and an up and coming (who never came) band called 'The Party' (also 1992). The Party were a big faux pas on my part, and that of my friend Tracey. At the time, there was another up and coming group called Take That. The ex-NKOTB fans had to decide their new allegiances, and Tracey and I thought Take That were a flash in the pan. The Party were also American, and, therefore, glamourous.  Tracey and I also acted as an opinion panel of two and advised their record company which of two possible singles should be released as the 2nd UK single, the first one having been only a minor hit. In hindsight we probably should have gone for the one which had a catchy tune and had already been top ten in the billboard charts, rather than the one whose video made us laugh.

[pokefast]

Bunker tale please.

Oh and while you are at it,don't you come from London Tikay? If so how did you end up in Derbyshire.

I'd have chosen Yorkshire meself,or Cornwall.

Yes, I hail from London originally, West London in fact. (And, for a while, Coulsdon in Surrey, Wootton Rivers in Wiltshire, & Preston, but that was all before I was 5 years old).

In about 1981, I needed to get out of London in a hurry.

I lived "at home" with my Stepmother, & my Dad, & their Son, who is my half-brother.

Dad died, I did not get on - at ALL - with my Stepmother, so I had to move, & fast.

We buried Dad on Thursday, I shot up the M1 on Friday, looking for something in Derbyshire/Nottinghamshire, as I'd worked up there for years, & loved the area.

At M1 J25, there was a Wimpey sign, advertising a new housing estate.

I exited there, found the Estate, stuck a deposit down, & that was that, 6 weeks later I had my new home.

A month ago, I made the final mortgage repayment, so that tale began 28 years ago.

In a way, my life sort of begun then, freed from the shackles of a Victorian upbringing & oppressive home life.

Some weeks later, I discovered something new to me. Girls.

I was in my thirties then, so I had a bit of time to make up. And I had a jolly good try at doing so. Oh, the shame, when I think back on some of the antics I got up to in those days.

A rude awakening, too, to the sensitivies of females.

I was regularly "seeing" a rather pleasant Lady, then, somehow - don't ask how these things happen, they just do - I ended up with her Daughter, who was a good deal younger than the Mother. That relationship lasted several years, but the Mother never spoke to me again, & it was particularly awkward when I stayed over at their place at weekends.

Strange how touchy women can be.

PS - All joking aside, I'm not proud of many things I've done, but it's my life, it happened, & thats that.

Thanks Tikay you have an excellent way with words.

Everybody ( except perhaps Boldie ) has done things they aren't proud of. This is life.

[GreekStein]

Bunker tale please.

Oh and while you are at it,don't you come from London Tikay? If so how did you end up in Derbyshire.

I'd have chosen Yorkshire meself,or Cornwall.

Yes, I hail from London originally, West London in fact. (And, for a while, Coulsdon in Surrey, Wootton Rivers in Wiltshire, & Preston, but that was all before I was 5 years old).

In about 1981, I needed to get out of London in a hurry.

I lived "at home" with my Stepmother, & my Dad, & their Son, who is my half-brother.

Dad died, I did not get on - at ALL - with my Stepmother, so I had to move, & fast.

We buried Dad on Thursday, I shot up the M1 on Friday, looking for something in Derbyshire/Nottinghamshire, as I'd worked up there for years, & loved the area.

At M1 J25, there was a Wimpey sign, advertising a new housing estate.

I exited there, found the Estate, stuck a deposit down, & that was that, 6 weeks later I had my new home.

A month ago, I made the final mortgage repayment, so that tale began 28 years ago.

In a way, my life sort of begun then, freed from the shackles of a Victorian upbringing & oppressive home life.

Some weeks later, I discovered something new to me. Girls.

I was in my thirties then, so I had a bit of time to make up. And I had a jolly good try at doing so. Oh, the shame, when I think back on some of the antics I got up to in those days.

A rude awakening, too, to the sensitivies of females.

I was regularly "seeing" a rather pleasant Lady, then, somehow - don't ask how these things happen, they just do - I ended up with her Daughter, who was a good deal younger than the Mother. That relationship lasted several years, but the Mother never spoke to me again, & it was particularly awkward when I stayed over at their place at weekends.

Strange how touchy women can be.

PS - All joking aside, I'm not proud of many things I've done, but it's my life, it happened, & thats that.

Thanks Tikay you have an excellent way with words.

Everybody ( except perhaps Boldie ) has done things they aren't proud of. This is life.

Why the hate for Boldie? Quality bloke imo.

[Longy]

Bunker tale please.

Oh and while you are at it,don't you come from London Tikay? If so how did you end up in Derbyshire.

I'd have chosen Yorkshire meself,or Cornwall.

Yes, I hail from London originally, West London in fact. (And, for a while, Coulsdon in Surrey, Wootton Rivers in Wiltshire, & Preston, but that was all before I was 5 years old).

In about 1981, I needed to get out of London in a hurry.

I lived "at home" with my Stepmother, & my Dad, & their Son, who is my half-brother.

Dad died, I did not get on - at ALL - with my Stepmother, so I had to move, & fast.

We buried Dad on Thursday, I shot up the M1 on Friday, looking for something in Derbyshire/Nottinghamshire, as I'd worked up there for years, & loved the area.

At M1 J25, there was a Wimpey sign, advertising a new housing estate.

I exited there, found the Estate, stuck a deposit down, & that was that, 6 weeks later I had my new home.

A month ago, I made the final mortgage repayment, so that tale began 28 years ago.

In a way, my life sort of begun then, freed from the shackles of a Victorian upbringing & oppressive home life.

Some weeks later, I discovered something new to me. Girls.

I was in my thirties then, so I had a bit of time to make up. And I had a jolly good try at doing so. Oh, the shame, when I think back on some of the antics I got up to in those days.

A rude awakening, too, to the sensitivies of females.

I was regularly "seeing" a rather pleasant Lady, then, somehow - don't ask how these things happen, they just do - I ended up with her Daughter, who was a good deal younger than the Mother. That relationship lasted several years, but the Mother never spoke to me again, & it was particularly awkward when I stayed over at their place at weekends.

Strange how touchy women can be.

PS - All joking aside, I'm not proud of many things I've done, but it's my life, it happened, & thats that.

Thanks Tikay you have an excellent way with words.

Everybody ( except perhaps Boldie ) has done things they aren't proud of. This is life.

Why the hate for Boldie? Quality bloke imo.

He's German ldo.