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Way back in 1976, when my family moved to Godforsaken Hull, my Father gave me some advice which has stayed with me.
“On your first day at your new school, some lad will approach you and instantly take it upon himself to be your new best mate. Be very wary of this lad for he is ‘billynomates’ and in the days ahead you will find out why.”
It was cracking (prophetic) advice and applies in (supposedly) adult life online too.
For many years ago now, some random decided to befriend me online, even defend me in disputes (not that I’d asked him to. or even welcomed his interventions, which were kinda embarrassing tbh).
He doesn’t seem to like me anymore which, tbh, is very much for the best.
Because I NEVER liked him.
True story.
I am "The Horse Racing Punter" on Facebook
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It's the "Millwall FC" of Point broadcasts: "No One Likes Us - We Don't Care"
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We need a name – spill
This isn’t about Max Bygraves then. Very disappointed.
You've got to accentuate the positive.
Eliminate the negative.
Latch on to the affirmative.
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That’s not bad -for you – Dummy (Freudian slip) Have you employed a scriptwriter?
“This isn’t about Max Bygraves then. Very disappointed.”
He was only the inspiration for the thread title – sorry.
I am "The Horse Racing Punter" on Facebook
https://mobile.twitter.com/Ian_Davies_
https://www.facebook.com/ThePointtoPointNHandFlatracingpunter/
It's the "Millwall FC" of Point broadcasts: "No One Likes Us - We Don't Care"This though is about Max Bygraves…. Enjoy!
You've got to accentuate the positive.
Eliminate the negative.
Latch on to the affirmative.
Don't mess with mister in between.Here’s a giggle for you.
In the 70’s my Dad’s football team were defending a corner. One guy used to wear a toupee, defending the corner he got his head on the ball but headed it goal bound, his toupee came off and went one way and the ball the other, through cries of despair the goalkeeper dived right and caught the toupee and let the ball go in the other corner.
Needless to say he soon dropped the toupee for football!
Though every bit the “Billy” he was predicted to be, I gather he went on to be a big wheel at Cadbury’s, so he eventually had redeeming merit in my eyes.
Sadly, I cannot say the same about Internet random, though there’s time yet, I suppose.
I am "The Horse Racing Punter" on Facebook
https://mobile.twitter.com/Ian_Davies_
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It's the "Millwall FC" of Point broadcasts: "No One Likes Us - We Don't Care"This afternoon at the Tesco checkout I was behind an old lady in the queue. Her bill came to £67 or thereabouts but when she counted out all her change, she only had just under £60. I thought she was probably someone’s Gran and I’d like to think someone would have helped my Gran out when she was alive. She didn’t want me to help her but I insisted, and in no time we had all her shopping back on the shelves
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Makes no sense, Nathan. She had nearly sixty quid, so only a little over £7 worth of goods should have been put back on the shelves. HTH
Doesn’t help the old woman now
you should have said something earlierCharles Darwin to conquer the World
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If only I’d been there to sort it out, instead of leaving it to dummy supermarket staff.
That reminds me of a time when ( pre pandemic when I used to go to supermarkets, speak to people and get within two metres of them) an old lady asked me to help her find something in the supermarket. Which I did. We both ended up at the same checkout, a basket only one and, blow me she complained about me, even though I hadn’t gone over the allowed number of items in my basket. Maybe it was the same old lady, Nathan in which case she deserved it #justbeingolddoesn’tnecessarilymakeyounicelookatme
The most interesting poster
ever on this beeb was an old
lady who lived high up in
an apartment in uptown New York. She shared the apartment with five cats, rarely ever went out and had some
interest in writing on occasion in this fly infested lounge area.
Then she stopped writing.
I spent months and some more months thinking about her sudden absence. My main concern was had she fed her cats adequately ?
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