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« Reply #5040 on: 10:52:35, 05-03-2008 » |
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I off sick again!! I am fed up with this off sick business. I be ok for Sunday though. I not missing that!! Neither is Mrs BBM(ha ha, Mort!!) . Or Sue!! My wife's name. She could also be called Mrs BBM or Vivaldi even as he is one of her favourite composers. Mrs Vivaldi!?!?!??
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« Reply #5041 on: 20:11:05, 06-03-2008 » |
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The day job currently concerns people battling with drugs and escaping dodginess. A couple of years ago I was in different clime, helping some great people with slight learning difficulties set up in their first tenancies. I'd just got out of the office tonight when one of them rang me-we were going to meet up -to say that my (female)successor had been attacked by the neighbours` who had got into drug pushing-an entire family at it , and an attempt had been made to harass one of these ld tenants to allow their flat to be used for dealing . The good bit is that its united these tenants and added to their already formidable groundedness (I hope I helped that get started in a small way). The necessary hassle is the round the clock surveillance, the fleeing of my successor into a refuge without a goodbye and the time it takes to get those b****ds evicted and jailed.
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« Reply #5042 on: 20:19:30, 06-03-2008 » |
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marbleflugel, I saw on tv the other night, I think it Panorama or maybe Jeremy Vine, or Newsnight, I don't recall, but it was horrendous it was about communities banding together and facing up to feral children and drug dealers. I admit I was shocked by it but, (one place was Nottingham) the local people stood up to it and seemingly got a result.
To us bucolic types it just seems worlds away, unimaginable.
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« Reply #5043 on: 20:38:53, 06-03-2008 » |
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The thing is this place is a leafy suburb with Daily Mail types (I ran the gamut of them when I inducted my lot back then). Its hitting the shires and well-heeled suburbia now. Its great that people are fighting back with what with no irony at all must be the spirit of the Blitz. One day, not any time soon I think, yer average R3 announcer may wake up to the fact that this is what people need music for- as respite and perspective. Anyway, its also vital that there are places where it doesnt appear on the radar -at the risk of platitude, it is the existence of community that nips the gangs in the bud.
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« Reply #5044 on: 20:41:56, 06-03-2008 » |
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To us bucolic types it just seems worlds away, unimaginable.
It seemed worlds away to me too until I worked in my current school. The father of one of my girls was beaten up by a gang wielding metal bars the other day. Violence is commonplace in the area. Poor kids.
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« Reply #5045 on: 20:47:57, 06-03-2008 » |
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That's awful MJ. With the young ones I find myself thinking of the likes of Isabelle Allende's 'Eva Luna', or 'Pan's labrynth'-the stories kids use as what psychologists call 'contingency scaffolding' to make sense of horror.
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« Reply #5046 on: 20:55:20, 06-03-2008 » |
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Our street is all detached houses populated by doctors, self-employed people, retired people, not many young kids .... but one or two, to be frank, undesirable families. That's all it takes to ruin the neighbourhood. They decide to make lots of noise or fight in the street every week or so. Their 'friends' are always coming up the street, gangs of their kids' friends on bikes, noisy scooters, old bangers, bringing crates of beer, bottles end up in people's gardens, or smashed on drives, orgies with chavvy girls when the parents are away, cars get mysteriously scratched, drug dealing has been witnessed, in fact I found a small sachet of a white powder on my drive couple of years ago.
We have a Neighbourhood Watch and enough curtain twitchers to witness much of what goes on but that means police coming round about every other week, and to get back at the residents probably more cars get scratched......
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« Reply #5047 on: 23:48:13, 06-03-2008 » |
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Our street is all detached houses populated by doctors, self-employed people, retired people, not many young kids .... but one or two, to be frank, undesirable families. That's all it takes to ruin the neighbourhood. They decide to make lots of noise or fight in the street every week or so. Their 'friends' are always coming up the street, gangs of their kids' friends on bikes, noisy scooters, old bangers, bringing crates of beer, bottles end up in people's gardens, or smashed on drives, orgies with chavvy girls when the parents are away, cars get mysteriously scratched, drug dealing has been witnessed, in fact I found a small sachet of a white powder on my drive couple of years ago.
We have a Neighbourhood Watch and enough curtain twitchers to witness much of what goes on but that means police coming round about every other week, and to get back at the residents probably more cars get scratched......
Sounds very like Cleaner Close from the adverts on the telly, John: are you sure it wasn't a packet of Daz?
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« Reply #5048 on: 00:04:08, 07-03-2008 » |
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Sounds very like Cleaner Close from the adverts on the telly, John: are you sure it wasn't a packet of Daz?
More like Special K, surely?
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« Reply #5049 on: 09:08:42, 07-03-2008 » |
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Sounds very like Cleaner Close from the adverts on the telly, John: are you sure it wasn't a packet of Daz? Streuth, Ron. Just checked http://www.dazwhite.co.uk/index.html and found a world I never knew existed!
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« Reply #5050 on: 23:53:50, 10-03-2008 » |
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A friend of mine got a 2-for-1 diners' card today. To test it out, we went back to what we in the past wrote off as being an unreasonably expensive, baselessly pretentious place called sixty6, figuring that if the card was to work its magic, the restaurant would be transfigured by the fact that the prices would be halved (it featured in the booklet he was sent out).
So I asked for the veggie menu. And we went for starters as well, because everything was going to be so cheap. I chose some goats cheese salad for starter, which was okay, and some sort of lentil cake for main course, which was one of the blandest things I have ever seen passed for vegetarian food in any dining establishment. (my friend, who currently has his good arm in a cast, opted for mussels, followed by steak; he had to give up on the mussles, poor lad). And so when the waitress came round at the end and asked how things were, I said something like 'ah, things were okay, but the main course was quite bland', to which she responded something to the effect that they it was a lentil cake and what did I expect.
And then she said that they no longer accept the diners' card.
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« Reply #5051 on: 20:10:57, 11-03-2008 » |
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Grump, grump, grump...computer's not been available last few days plus so much work to catch up on I've not visited. Thought that this might be for the best, ie to give up r3ok once and for all so I have more time for Real Life (as I'm incapable of a quick visit!) but I do miss you all! Tons of work to do this evening so I won't even attempt to catch up on all those tempting posts just sitting there waiting to be read... MJ xxx
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« Reply #5052 on: 22:18:50, 11-03-2008 » |
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But, MJ, ...this IS Real Life! (it's realler than some aspects of my other real life, anyway... )
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« Reply #5053 on: 10:54:33, 12-03-2008 » |
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But, MJ, ...this IS Real Life! (it's realler than some aspects of my other real life, anyway... )And the natives are often friendlier than the Other Real Life I'm in one of those moods today where music and the human voice grate horribly. So, no music, no radio and definitely no phone calls! The only sound here is the wind racing around outside, suits me fine. In fact I like silence, but I've noticed that many people seem to feel very uncomfortable with it. As though silence is a space that must be filled with sound of some description.
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« Reply #5054 on: 11:27:18, 12-03-2008 » |
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But, MJ, ...this IS Real Life! (it's realler than some aspects of my other real life, anyway... )And the natives are often friendlier than the Other Real Life I'm in one of those moods today where music and the human voice grate horribly. So, no music, no radio and definitely no phone calls! The only sound here is the wind racing around outside, suits me fine. In fact I like silence, but I've noticed that many people seem to feel very uncomfortable with it. As though silence is a space that must be filled with sound of some description. We must be twins Mort. I'm in the same mood. No radio or anything all morning. I love silence - you can actually hear yourself think. It isn't very silent out here though - the gale is still howling. I've managed to contact my lunch date and suggested tomorrow instead. We are awaiting his checking of the diary....
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