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Come Inside... => The Snug => Topic started by: Miss Demeanour on September 29, 2012, 07:35:15 AM
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What with all the fuss and furore over Megan Stammers and Jeremy Forrest fleeing to France and the inevitably that they would have to come home wagging their tails behind them ...it has made me think about how many times when you were a kid that you threatened to run away . Or how many times your own have said the same when you have refused their latest demand .
I certainly remembering storming out of the house when I was young stating I was never coming back , got as far as the end of the road and then thought how am I going to stage manage my return without losing too much face.
I was back within about 5 minutes . No bastard had chased after me and begged me to return as I imagined they should have lol:
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I threatened to run away when I was 7 and my mum made me a packed lunch confused:
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I threatened to run away when I was 7 and my mum made me a packed lunch confused:
+1 lol:
Wonder she didn't offer to take yous to the bus station give you a fiver too. whistle:
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The ginger shambles runs away!
I'm running away (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HzZFsk9TWqI#)
happy001
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Just one more fledgeling to go after today, and I'll be 'running' away to me 'ut in the woods. cloud9:
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If peeps know where you are then is that 'proper' running away like ? rubschin:
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The ginger shambles runs away!
happy001
Top top find BM! happy001
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If peeps know where you are then is that 'proper' running away like ? rubschin:
No, but me 'ut in the woods' will be on a dark and dusk secret location scared2: ....( map ref 280/142.4/288.1 for general gifts, pineapples and smokes pacels drop off purposes only)
Only me one eyed snarling slobbering dog what I haven't actually yet got whistle: will know where it is, so yes, it'll be classed as 'running away', sort of like...ish type thing
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rubschin: Yes ~ I ran away and joined the RAF.... went home again on first leave (after 3 months) and thought to myself "What the f*ck am I doing here?" ~ So left again and finally returned with a wife in tow some years later...... By which time most people seemed to have forgotten why I had left in the first place BUT I HADN'T! noooo:
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I still live at home.
Everyone else ran away. rubschin:
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I still live in a home.
Everyone else runs away. rubschin:
I am not surprised Darwin. noooo:
I used to have a small blue checked suitcase which I used for hand luggage on our way to Singapore. I loved that suit case and all it stood for ( I was very young). It was that which I packed when I ran away from home aged 6. There was some sort of concrete drainage hole close to home, climbed down into it and sat on the damp gravel at the bottom for ages and ages (probably about 15 minutes. I left when, what seemed to me, a rather large toad decoded to join me.
My mother was very cross when I got home and sent me to my room to learn two poems to be recited at supper time. Shrugs: Shrugs:
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I still live in a home.
Everyone else runs away. rubschin:
I am not surprised Darwin. noooo:
I used to have a small blue checked suitcase which I used for hand luggage on our way to Singapore. I loved that suit case and all it stood for ( I was very young). It was that which I packed when I ran away from home aged 6. There was some sort of concrete drainage hole close to home, climbed down into it and sat on the damp gravel at the bottom for ages and ages (probably about 15 minutes. I left when, what seemed to me, a rather large toad decoded to join me.
My mother was very cross when I got home and sent me to my room to learn two poems to be recited at supper time. Shrugs: Shrugs:
lol: lol: lol:
Lovely story - what were the two poems...?
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I bet it wasn't Larkin's lol:
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I bet it wasn't Larkin's lol:
lol: lol: lol:
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I still live in a home.
Everyone else runs away. rubschin:
I am not surprised Darwin. noooo:
I used to have a small blue checked suitcase which I used for hand luggage on our way to Singapore. I loved that suit case and all it stood for ( I was very young). It was that which I packed when I ran away from home aged 6. There was some sort of concrete drainage hole close to home, climbed down into it and sat on the damp gravel at the bottom for ages and ages (probably about 15 minutes. I left when, what seemed to me, a rather large toad decoded to join me.
My mother was very cross when I got home and sent me to my room to learn two poems to be recited at supper time. Shrugs: Shrugs:
lol: lol: lol:
Lovely story - what were the two poems...?
Definitely not Larkin one was
The more it
SNOWS tiddely pom
The more it
GOES tiddly pom
Can remember the whole thing
The other was Cargoes by John Masefield
Hate the bloody thing to this day other than the last verse which is OK IMO.
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I still live in a home.
Everyone else runs away. rubschin:
I am not surprised Darwin. noooo:
I used to have a small blue checked suitcase which I used for hand luggage on our way to Singapore. I loved that suit case and all it stood for ( I was very young). It was that which I packed when I ran away from home aged 6. There was some sort of concrete drainage hole close to home, climbed down into it and sat on the damp gravel at the bottom for ages and ages (probably about 15 minutes. I left when, what seemed to me, a rather large toad decoded to join me.
My mother was very cross when I got home and sent me to my room to learn two poems to be recited at supper time. Shrugs: Shrugs:
lol: lol: lol:
Lovely story - what were the two poems...?
Definitely not Larkin one was
The more it
SNOWS tiddely pom
The more it
GOES tiddly pom
Can remember the whole thing
The other was Cargoes by John Masefield
Hate the bloody thing to this day other than the last verse which is OK IMO.
Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack,
Butting through the Channel in the mad March days,
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
Road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.
Yeah I got that Tee Shirt too confused:
Miss C our lives have so many crossing points it is almost unbelievable.
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Oh Gawd you've started me old brain now.
This was another my Mother made me learn ..... for asking too many questions.
If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet,
Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street.
Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie.
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Five and twenty ponies,
Trotting through the dark —
Brandy for the Parson,
'Baccy for the Clerk;
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
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Oh Gawd you've started me old brain now.
This was another my Mother made me learn ..... for asking too many questions.
If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet,
Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street.
Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie.
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Five and twenty ponies,
Trotting through the dark —
Brandy for the Parson,
'Baccy for the Clerk;
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
scared2: shocked003 shocked003
You are right Snoops.
My Mother made me learn that one too, scared the crap out of me I really did have nightmares I don't know why. We were living in a remote farmhouse in Worcestershire, outside lav, ice on the inside of the windows and toothbrushes. Hot water bottles placed in beds with the bedding held up tent like by encyclopedias. I must have been about eight. I can't remember what I had done wrong on that occasion. noooo:
Having said all that the farmer who owned the house that we lived in farmed and lived just up the road. I got to ride on cows, learn to milk them by hand, feel the delight of a calf sucking on my fingers and then leading it to a bucket full of warm milk or just sucking for comfort, hunting for and collecting hens eggs, poke around a manure heap, find an adders nest of eggs and I am afraid to say, at that age poke the eggs apart and watch the babies wriggling about ( they must have been very close to hatching out) think that it was normal for the house pig to wander round the kitchen on Sunday looking for scraps and have what I believe to be my first introduction to Radio 4 so apart from the poetry, it wasn't all bad. ;)
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Oh Gawd you've started me old brain now.
This was another my Mother made me learn ..... for asking too many questions.
If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet,
Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street.
Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie.
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Five and twenty ponies,
Trotting through the dark —
Brandy for the Parson,
'Baccy for the Clerk;
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
scared2: shocked003 shocked003
You are right Snoops.
My Mother made me learn that one too, scared the crap out of me I really did have nightmares I don't know why. We were living in a remote farmhouse in Worcestershire, outside lav, ice on the inside of the windows and toothbrushes. Hot water bottles placed in beds with the bedding held up tent like by encyclopedias. I must have been about eight. I can't remember what I had done wrong on that occasion. noooo:
Having said all that the farmer who owned the house that we lived in farmed and lived just up the road. I got to ride on cows, learn to milk them by hand, feel the delight of a calf sucking on my fingers and then leading it to a bucket full of warm milk or just sucking for comfort, hunting for and collecting hens eggs, poke around a manure heap, find an adders nest of eggs and I am afraid to say, at that age poke the eggs apart and watch the babies wriggling about ( they must have been very close to hatching out) think that it was normal for the house pig to wander round the kitchen on Sunday looking for scraps and have what I believe to be my first introduction to Radio 4 so apart from the poetry, it wasn't all bad. ;)
cloud9: Proper brought up you was :thumbsup:
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Oh Gawd you've started me old brain now.
This was another my Mother made me learn ..... for asking too many questions.
If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet,
Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street.
Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie.
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Five and twenty ponies,
Trotting through the dark —
Brandy for the Parson,
'Baccy for the Clerk;
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Stop it immediately, my mum used to recite that to me too. eeek:
I was taught Christopher Robin saying his prayers and recited it to mine when they were snuggling down to sleep. cloud9:
;D
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My kids look at me as if I am mad when I trot out such verses ...... "What programmes was that from?" they ask.
rubschin: Perhaps that is what is wrong with the yoof of today. If they can't find it on iplayer it isn't relevant.
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My kids look at me as if I am mad when I trot out such verses ...... "What programmes was that from?" they ask.
rubschin: Perhaps that is what is wrong with the yoof of today. If they can't find it on iplayer it isn't relevant.
Mine all know The more it SNOWS tiddley pom of by heart, we have been known to give passing strangers renditions of it. However that is nothing compared to the rendition of Wham's christmas song.
Wham! - Last Christmas (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E8gmARGvPlI#ws)
It's all in the word 'special'. ;)
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Having said all that the farmer who owned the house that we lived in farmed and lived just up the road. I got to ride on cows, learn to milk them by hand, feel the delight of a calf sucking on my fingers and then leading it to a bucket full of warm milk or just sucking for comfort, hunting for and collecting hens eggs, poke around a manure heap, find an adders nest of eggs and I am afraid to say, at that age poke the eggs apart and watch the babies wriggling about ( they must have been very close to hatching out) think that it was normal for the house pig to wander round the kitchen on Sunday looking for scraps and have what I believe to be my first introduction to Radio 4 so apart from the poetry, it wasn't all bad. ;)
cloud9: cloud9:
Youngsters today miss so much. sad24:
Surely it was the Home Service on the wireless in those days, not Radio 4. whistle:
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(Pedant mode)
Radio 4 first broadcast on 30th September 1967.
Prior to that it was indeed the British Home Service.
Miss C is perhaps not as old as you think. whistle:
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Miss C is perhaps not as old as you think. whistle:
Aah! The old Savile gambit.
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