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<br> Whilst Sandy wrapped December in holly laughs<br> Tooting found the secret spring in January
flatcapgamble..clap twice for both of them :biggrin:
Lolly, I can think of an obvious one, but there’s plenty more positive:
The 3rd round of the FA Cup.
Allotments. Where everyone rubs along together regardless of background, where the only colour that matters are your greens, and where you you can remember that there is such a thing as society. And marrows.
The Guardian crossword
Jayne Garvey and Peter Allen
Playing tennis every week throughout the year was a real highlight for me, and though I’ve always banged on about how we’ll never have a champion as long as we have to pay to play, the park-keeper in Croydon hasn’t actually bothered to charge us. Not once. Even council inefficiency has an up-side.
The Kastoori, Tooting. Or that everyone anywhere in England has their favourite neighbourhood Indian restaurant. (We just have the best one.)
Watching Westmead Hawk win the greyhound derby on the steps at Wimbledon.
Being able to buy wines from anywhere in the world at decent prices, not having any of our own to get in the way of our choice.
Recs. In particular Charlwood where I spent my childhood playing header and volley. And municpal parks with ponds, and ducks.
Chanctonbury Ring, but don’t walk round it backwards seven times.
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Toots.
No wonder this countries finished.
Jeeez man. The weed must be burning tonight.:cool:
Just one negative……….
Please.
I would rather not say what I like and don’t like, better so say why I wouldn’t move back there ..
What I miss ..
Fish and Chips<br>Real Ale
these are the reasons I wouldn’t move back in no particular order ..
Congestion/Traffic<br>House prices and all the silly greed that goes with it.<br>Kids having their heads filled with multiculturalism nonsense.<br>Kids not allowed to play out, because it’s crawling with perverts<br>Drugs<br>Crime<br>The English<br>
I quite like…
Yorkshire<br>Radio 3<br>Henry Cecil<br>The general idea of London<br>York and Cheltenham racecourses<br>A wee cottage near Scotch Corner<br>Jose Mourinho<br>The Grand National Steeplechase<br>The Derby Stakes<br>Edward Elgar<br>Hadrians Wall<br>The sure and certain knowledge that I am in no way connected to, beholden to or spiritually aligned with it<br>The over ambitious pretensions of grandeur they harbour for their fairly average football team (Wayne Rooney, Frankie and the Scouse lad excepted)
and probably lots more besides.<br> <br>On the other hand I’m not overly fond of,
The M6<br>The M1<br>The A1<br>99% of the soulless communities from Nottingham(ish) in a Southernly direction (including Nottingham)<br>The general English attitude towards life<br>All weather racing on TV (it’s ok so long as you don’t have to actually watch it)<br>English Rugby<br>Cricket<br>The class/caste system they seem fond of perpetuating<br>It’s proximity to Scotland<br>It’s historical attitude towards the Irish in particular but also it’s historical attitude towards everyone else apart from the Americans towards whom they incessantly and embarrassingly forelock tug
I could go on and on and on with this second bit for days and days.
Positive:
Cornwall<br>Devon<br>Dorset <br>The racing<br>Fish and chips<br>Pork pies<br>Cadbury’s chocolate<br>Goodwood<br>Cream teas<br>Exmouth on a hot day <br>Newmarket<br>The democratic political system (could be worse..!)<br>The English language, when used correctly<br>Pubs<br>The New Forest<br>The finer English things in life…large country houses, sweeping oak-lined drives and horses cantering across the fields…<br>The monarchy
Negative:
Current English "culture" (wide ranging but some examples could be TV, tabloid press, celebrity obsession and things like Big Brother, X-Factor etc)<br>English chavs<br>The public transport system<br>The NHS<br>Cricket<br>Being attached to Wales<br>Cultural Marxism (political correctness)<br>The weather most of the year round<br>
Quote: from Peaty Sandy on 7:10 pm on Jan. 10, 2006[br]Jayne Garvey and Peter Allen ?
You must be joking? The radio five live presenters?
Apalling interviewing technique, classroom humour.
A couple of ignorant little Englanders that are as funny as cancer, and incredibly, are even further up their own arses than the worst right-on offenders on this forum.<br>
<br>Must be the wrong Peter and Jane to whom I’ve devoted most of my teatimes for the last eleven years, then. By turns serious and easy-going, biting and welcomingly familiar, they are peerless in making the most indigestible, ghastly or even just outright boring news stories perfectly digestible and understandible without any modicum of dumbing down.
Their program also helped set the blueprint for the station’s breakfast and weekend evening shows after a few abortive attempts other formats in those slots. I could listen to Five Live non-stop all day if so forced, especially these two exceptionally talented broadcasters.
Jeremy<br>(graysonscolumn)<br>
Adoptive father of two. The patron saint of lower-grade fare. A gently critical friend of point-to-pointing. Kindness is a political act.
Easily Impressed
When I buy a pint of milk on the way home from work<br>I think "I bought that with the money I earnt"<br>"Working all week long in a job I like"<br>And it leads me to think about my whole life<br>Like the friends I’ve got and the flat I have<br>And the fact that I am acting like a full-grown man<br>And the best thing about this Babylon I’ve built<br>Is that I got it all out of a pint of milk
And I guess<br>That I am Easily Impressed<br>Oh Yeah yeah yeah, yes YES<br>Easily Impressed
I like a posh cup of coffee with a plastic spout<br>The ease of navigation of the London Underground<br>A Remington Strimmer for a hairy nose<br>The futuristic possibilities of Mobile Phones<br>Email! Dinosaurs! Washing Machines!<br>The trams of Sheffield! Vegetarian Cheese!<br>It’s a string of epiphanies every day<br>That’s my philosophy, although some might say (or suggest)
That I am Easily Impressed<br>Oh yeah yeah yeah, yes YES<br>Easily Impressed
(Oi! Hibbett!)<br> How may I help you?<br>(You don’t really mean that)<br> Well, I’m afraid I do, you see<br>Given the chance to choose or pick<br>Between despairing of life or taking delight in it<br>I’ll take the latter<br>Because it makes me happy<br>And surely that’s what it’s all about?<br>The wonders of the world<br>Be it mountains or taking a taxi<br>Childbirth or real draught bitter in a can<br>Love or microwaved popcorn<br>Oh yeah yeah yeah, yes YES.<br>I guess I’m Easily Impressed<br>Oh yeah yeah yeah, yes YES<br>Easily Impressed
– (c) M J Hibbett and the Validators, 2003<br>
Adoptive father of two. The patron saint of lower-grade fare. A gently critical friend of point-to-pointing. Kindness is a political act.
I enjoyed that grayson.
Standing on the touchline at any football match on any park pitch of a sunday morning for a few minutes, watching some over-the-hill fatties steam and stamp and swear, and relive past glories or fanatasies, glad you’re not in denial, but mainly wishing you’d bought your boots.
<br>Playing pooh-sticks (preferably in Ashdown Forest of course)
<br>Sitting on the rocks at Trebarwith Strand watching the tide come in.
<br>Urban foxes, especially the vixen that’s been going 6 years now and always gives birth under my shed, and the cubs use our box-hedging for hurdle practice.
<br>The feeling of "coming home" when I’ve been away. I get a small feeling of home-sickness after about 10 days abroad (and I lived in Seattle for a year). Then when I come home there are various places and views in front of me that give me great peace. These are (somewhat bizarrely).<br>a) Gatwick airport, just as you go to the double doors to the train station.<br>b) The elevated section of the M4 where the Lucozade sign used to be.<br>c) The M32 as it sweeps into Bristol, past Easton on the left, and Eastville dogs on the right (Ikea now sadly).<br>d) Either end of my current road.
Your life now is akin to a rich vein<br> Tooting<br> and you seem to enjoy bean sprouts solo without sauce,<br> although just a few years ago<br> you spoke almost complainingly of mediocrity of diet.
We’d all love to know<br> just what’s fizzing through the needle<br> aperture<br> to account for the altered state.<br> Did something perchance happen in sleepy Seattle ?
Would you recommend we all mobile up to Tooting<br> to sample the spirited beer in the Urban Fox.
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gamble,
<br>The day he reached forty-five, my dad told<br>His third wife – "what a great day to be alive.<br>This is the first day of the second half of my life."<br>A nice tale, but wait. He was dead by forty-eight.<br>And now I hear the hooves of forty-five, <br>I find each day a good, good day to be alive…
<br> :old: very sage ‘n onions Toot the Lute<br> In forty odd years from now<br> I’ll be riding you bareback in the clouds <br> shouting to the eternity club
‘make way the oracle is here <br> and he has brought the whole of London ‘
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