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Check your e-mails Stev.
I have produced the first stool this morning - ooh err missuss! |
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Everyone... Steve S has just proved that his memory is better than Bryan's (technical knokout in the 3rd message) so in future I suggest we ask Steve any questions about things that the rest of us can't remember.
Now, Steve your first question is what exactly was the pudding that seemed like fire extinguisher foam with peas in? |
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Re: Monkey Man lyrics, Sandya.
Actually a song called Mercy for the Monkey Man, the lyrics for this song were inspired by Indian mythology and by actual ancient hunting practice. It was referring to the fact that a monkey is smart enough to find a banana in a box with a small hole in one end, and to reach in and grab onto it, but dumb/ greedy enough not to be able to figure out the next step when it finds it can't get both hand and fruit back out of the hole; so it sits there and waits, until the hunter comes along and knocks it on the head. I think it is on the level and that the writer was comparing the monkey to the human conditions of greed and lack of foresight winning against common sense. Makes more sense than "The Israelites", anyhow. Give me "What Kung Fu Dat?" (Judge Dread) any day!!!  |
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Sandya, not sure why you want to lead a Reggae revival, but here's some reminders:
Jimmy Ruffin, Desmond Dekker, Bob Marley, "The Israelites", Judge Dredd and "Big almost-every-number", some more will come later I expect. I preferred Ska, much more sophisticated! (Madness rule!) |
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Hi Steve
Oh, all right then! Maybe I was wrong, and you can remember better than I can can, on at least that subject  I wonder who on earth I was thinking of, though?  Whatever you say (and I have to agree with you about the dancing - we NEVER approached women that could have seen us earlier! ) you weren't toally unsuccessfull in the John Travolta stakes (bet your kids wil be impressed to hear that! ) even with the hair, which was of course very fashionable in it's day!!! 
Ahh, wait a minute!  Maybe I'm not who I think I am? That WOULD explain the unfamiliar underpants!
I'm feeling very mellow, just got all my Christmas pressies in Milton Keynes! Now, what does everyone else want......  |
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Sorry Bryan.........Far be it from me to correct you but I will always remember the time when Helen and I first encountered each other. Our eyes met across the urines bench in the path labs where we worked together for a couple of years....as I recall Helen was counting the number of pus cells in a rather truly specimen whilst I was separating a faecal sample to look for a particularly rare tropical parasite. How could she have failed to be impressed?! Helen must be almost the only girl in the area (or maybe just the only one that I knew) who had never (and in fact still never has) been to Cheeky Pete's. I'd have had no chance whatsoever, if she had ever seen me dancing.
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Morning all! Got to do my Xmas cards so this will be short.
Johnny Reggae has been running in my mind all night. There were other songs that were iconic to our generation if you like mixing metaphors. Reggae seemed to be the in thing however. Really racking my brain here-give us some help guys! I remember my friend Sue Foster owned the "Tighten Up" series (at least 8 vols of Regggae) which I borrowed. One song, Monkey Man, ran in my mind for years-I couldnt figure out WHAT the words meant they were so inane. The other day, with the help of GOOGLE I searched for and found the eords of the song. It was indeed as inane as I remembered-my recall had been perfect-and I STILL dont understand what the hell it means..... |
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Mornin' all
Nice to hear from Steve Smith at last! He is of course at least partially correct in his corrections to my memory. He met his wife (unless he knew two called Helen!) in Brollies disco in Richmond, which was connected to Cheekie Pete's; we always entered in CP's so I defend my memory resolutely. His samples may have been eggs, but he told me they were spittle samples in the lift at the time! Some things you just don't forget.....
I'm off to finish my Xmas shopping now, catch you all later |
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Hi Lindsay, I think your description of our "verbage" was closer the first time with "garbage". |
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The Huskies are the University of Washington football team!! Just thought it might take Lindsay back to her former existence in Issaquah.
Just got back and thought Id look at the site . e Have a great weekend evryone! It's been a fun and interesting week swapping memories with you all! |
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Huskies? Must be some strange American term for Super-Hoops!!!
Hi Lindsay, how've you been? And welcome to our humble site on behalf of all those too shy/ idle/ busy to post here tonight! |
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Nearly forgot!
GO HUSKIES!!!!!! |
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Hi Lindsay,
UW is great! Tomorrow is my second anniversary here and I have been very happy! I love the area-haven't yet been to Issaquah-currently I live in View Ridge, close to the U District. Office on the Ave. Am going to a party in the Internatonal District for Greg Nickels, the newly elected Mayor Of Seattle tonight-Indian community put in a lot of nagging (nag-a-thons?) to get people to go out and vote and this is our reward! Yes-the way this site is going must be an eye opener. Am having a lot of fun going over old ground and woodwork projects....... |
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Hi all. Just to say there is life up here in the frozen north, and I've finally got round to reading all your garbage - sorry I mean verbage!! Ref. to stools - the Trevarthen masterpiece is still lurking around somewhere - with th e outlaws I think. His Nibs is away again - this time sunning himself in Toulouse - ha!! Sometime he'll get round to catching up with all this. He has an exciting weekend coming up ferrying our eldest (Hannah - 14) and three of her friends to an Ash concert in Manchester on Sunday evening. He's chickened out of actually going to the gig himself, so will be twiddling his thumbs for some considerable time. I just chickened out of taking them in the first place!!
Hi Sandya - we don't know each other - I was DMGS63 intake - but we lived in Seattle from 1985 - 1989 (in Issaquah) when Graham was out there running the Rolls-Royce office. Both of the sprogs were born out there. We all went back for a visit four years ago. Howard (now 12) was so impressed he's decided he wants to study at UDub!! |
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Eva-prest....Oh my God!! I thought I dreamed it...... |
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Sandya, no wonder you couldn't climb the rope - you were s'posed to use your hands, not all 3 feet!!!
Ahh, the memories.... Brutus and Ben Sherman shirts, not tucked in - what rebels we were! Pleats and those little loops, and pin-tucks round the waist to super-fit them to our tubby little bodies. Levi Sta-prest trousers, parallel leg of course, tonic or two-tone colours (I wasn't cool enough for them, I had to have C&A Eva-prest keks. But they sorta looked the same! Doc Martens and white socks - mostly not allowed at school. The song "Johnny Reggae". All this and more passed me by....
Stev, I bet that shite korean label was Versace!
The only eating disorder I ever noticed was the presence of only a single mouth, the sole objective of a woman-free period in an adolescent male teenager's day (i.e. all of it) being to stock up enough grub to last through the lean years between being evicted from home and finding someone sweet enough to feed us once more.
I'll tell you what NOT to call the new page, Stev - "Under construction" - No-one will come! How about "The Antique Roadies show?" |
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Bryan,
I think we had pockets, at least in school uniform. I dont know about personal stuff in the 6th form-I daresay with everyone desperatley trying to look as skinny as possible (whats new?) some things might have been pocket-free, thus necessitating a hanky up the sleeve. At least we didnt have eating disorders-I wasnt aware of any? Anyone else notice if anyone had an eating disorder-seems to have been more of an 80's thing. We did use the gym-I remember futilely trying to climb that damn rope they had-I never succeeded in getting up further than about 3 feet. I much preferred the gym to team games however. Never have been much of a team player I'm afraid.... |
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Stev-reading the word BRUTUS in your last unleashed a flood of memories. I dont know about your year, but in mine there was a cartain set who affected a modified skinhead uniform-very trendy among the 'birds'. It was pretty ugly I thought and for a while people had their hair feathered and looked like drowned rats. A sort of proto goth look. Those weird tonic (is that how you spell it?) suits.....thick soled shoes....brutus shirts |
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I remember at junior school (Hobbayne) the girls used to tuck their skirts up into their gymslips, which made them look like something from the court of Henry VIII.
I've just found my coffee table upstairs in the office. I know my stool is around somewhere, but I've got a feeling it's at my Mum's. The coffee table will have to do for now. What are we going to call this new section of the web-site? "Stools"? "Items constructed at DMGS"? I also brought back from my Mum's some interesting bits of paper, like the woodwork O level exam paper where we had to make a level (marble in a curved bit of wood). I haven't had time to sift through everything yet, and I don't know whether everyone will actually find these things interesting enough to put on the web-site. What's the concensus? Did anyone else get ripped off round at the shirts stall outside the pub (Green Man?) on the Uxbridge Road in W. Ealing? I'm sure Pez did. I bought two of those really fashionable Brutus button down collar rear pleated shaped shirts and the Brutus label lasted until the first wash before it fell off revealing some cheap Korean shite label. I think it was around about the 2nd form time. |
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Well, there you are then! I'd quite forgotten Scientific American. I don't read them these days, there's just so much TV, and I guess they probably have web sites I'll have to look up now, when will I ever get time to work!
Did you have pockets, or did you have to tuck everything up the leg of your pants like my Mum reckons she used to? If so, no wonder you didn't enjoy sports! Never could understand why females felt a hanky (or tissue) was so important it needed to be tucked into either sleeve or pants, when the tailor went to such trouble to give you sleeves. Just one of those imponderable differences between us, I guess! Did the girls get to spend much time in the Gym? We didn't, although as Steve says, we played 5 a side now and then, basketball occasionally, even climbed the ropes once or twice. Vaulted the horse, balanced on benches, stuff like that. It says in one of the Phoenixes about how hard it was to timetable time in the Gym - can't see how, never seemed to be anyone in there! |
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