) midweek celebrateions, always a good idea ............ at the time !
Yeh, unfortunately I've now got a blocked sink situation - being the bottom flat, if there are any plumbing issues (like a blocked drain) it's me that gets the stinky water... and my sink almost overflowed in the kitchen today...
Master Rod to the rescue )
She's worth whatever chaos she brings to the table and you know it. ~ Mark Anthony
Drinks all round I've breached ........... the 50,000 posts ( Boy do I know a lot )
I'd like to thank everyone at AJB, from Mods, and Members who have put up with
My crap.
I have mentioned before, I may at times come across like an annoying, yappy puppy
but it's simply because for years I was starved of any Bond conversation. As Billy
Connelly said in the film water, I live in a town which is the dot on the letter I, in the
Word Sh*t )
The only Bond fan in the village, sure in 1979, I discovered The James Bond British
Fan Club, ( AA even reminded me of a Letter I had published in the 007 magazine )
Which I think makes me a published writer on the subject, with an "O" level in Bond
From the same Fan Club, ( which I have on my CV, I just call it Media Studies ).
So to everyone who took the time to set me straight, when I got things wrong, argued
me round to their way of thinking, for all the jokers who made me laugh ... a big
THANK YOU to everyone , apologies to all I've either annoyed or upset.
Lastly a Big thank you to Sico who set up AJB, never met, but none of us would have
Met without him.
"I've been informed that there ARE a couple of QAnon supporters who are fairly regular posters in AJB."
Welcome to AJB, TP. We generally ask new members to introduce themselves and tell us a little about their interest in Bond, although usually not in the S&BS. Any way, make yourself comfortable and...wot? 50,000 posts? Somehow I must have missed them all. I don't recall having seen your name, purple hair or ornate glasses anywhere on here before.
Some of you may be aware that I am back in the UK for the month of June. On Monday I visited one of my dearest friends, we went for lunch at a favourite Italian restaurant and chatted and laughed for three lovely hours, hugged each other upon leaving with the arrangement of seeing him tomorrow night at the club to play poker. Just an hour ago I took a telephone call from his son saying that he had suddenly passed away. He had been unwell earlier on in the year but been given the all clear so what has happened I have no idea as yet.
I feel joy that circumstance gave me one last chance to see my friend and I feel anger that his life has been taken too soon. He was only 72 and we met 40 years ago when I was the new kid on the block in the poker school and he took a shine to the cheeky chappie who played with no fear (just the arrogance of youth). Over the years we socialised with our families and I looked up to him and admired his endless positive outlook on enjoying life to the full.
Now I have a funeral to go to before I depart back to the Far East, sometimes life sucks
Goodbye my dear friend and even though we are both non-religious I know we will meet again to play poker someday - keep making those outrageous bluffs wherever you are -{
(Thank you folks for indulging me with my memories)
Yeah, well, sometimes nothin' can be a real cool hand.
Sorry to hear, such sad news for you. It is terrible when we reach that time in life when we seem to
Lose friends and spend so much time attending funerals. The only thing that comforts me, is the
Knowledge that only good memories remain, it seems to be a human defence mechanism, that only
Happy memories Linger on.
"I've been informed that there ARE a couple of QAnon supporters who are fairly regular posters in AJB."
I am so sorry, CHB, although I am at pleased that you will at least always have that fond last memory. "Last" memory that is, until you do indeed meet again!
Thank you for the kind words guys, we are having a poker game at the club in his honour on Monday night with all proceeds going to his favourite charity, his son will attend even though he doesn't play cards, to see where his father spent countless happy hours and will present a trophy to the winner which will become an annual event.
Yeah, well, sometimes nothin' can be a real cool hand.
Silhouette ManThe last refuge of a scoundrelPosts: 8,695MI6 Agent
Thank you for the kind words guys, we are having a poker game at the club in his honour on Monday night with all proceeds going to his favourite charity, his son will attend even though he doesn't play cards, to see where his father spent countless happy hours and will present a trophy to the winner which will become an annual event.
Oh, that's a lovely tribute to your late friend. -{
"The tough man of the world. The Secret Agent. The man who was only a silhouette." - Ian Fleming, Moonraker (1955).
A tad hung over this morning, after a rather good evening out.
Especially when two hipster whipersnappers (who were eavesdropping on my friend and mine conversation) decided to join us. It's amazing what you discuss after 2 bottles of wine with total strangers )
Cracking night. -{
She's worth whatever chaos she brings to the table and you know it. ~ Mark Anthony
It's uncommonly warm outside today. Can I have my usual Coke Zero with lots of ice, if you can spare any?
This spring there is so much sorrel the fields look almost red.
I remember as kids we used to eat sorrel almost as a snack.
Learned another fact yesterday that goes against perceived wisdom.
Henry Ford was NOT the first car maker to use the production line method ( as I was
always told) but Ransom E Olds (Oldsmobile)
"I've been informed that there ARE a couple of QAnon supporters who are fairly regular posters in AJB."
Silhouette ManThe last refuge of a scoundrelPosts: 8,695MI6 Agent
It's uncommonly warm outside today. Can I have my usual Coke Zero with lots of ice, if you can spare any? This spring there is so much sorrel the fields look almost red.
I remember as kids we used to eat sorrel almost as a snack.
Interesting. We get that in our fields too here in NI. My late Dad said it was a sign the soil was acidic and needed more alkaline in it (achieved by spreading lime on the affected land). My Dad said he ate it as a child too.
"The tough man of the world. The Secret Agent. The man who was only a silhouette." - Ian Fleming, Moonraker (1955).
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Yeh, unfortunately I've now got a blocked sink situation - being the bottom flat, if there are any plumbing issues (like a blocked drain) it's me that gets the stinky water... and my sink almost overflowed in the kitchen today...
Master Rod to the rescue
I'd like to thank everyone at AJB, from Mods, and Members who have put up with
My crap.
I have mentioned before, I may at times come across like an annoying, yappy puppy
but it's simply because for years I was starved of any Bond conversation. As Billy
Connelly said in the film water, I live in a town which is the dot on the letter I, in the
Word Sh*t
The only Bond fan in the village, sure in 1979, I discovered The James Bond British
Fan Club, ( AA even reminded me of a Letter I had published in the 007 magazine )
Which I think makes me a published writer on the subject, with an "O" level in Bond
From the same Fan Club, ( which I have on my CV, I just call it Media Studies ).
So to everyone who took the time to set me straight, when I got things wrong, argued
me round to their way of thinking, for all the jokers who made me laugh ... a big
THANK YOU to everyone , apologies to all I've either annoyed or upset.
Lastly a Big thank you to Sico who set up AJB, never met, but none of us would have
Met without him.
At a rough calculation it will take me 50 years to reach that number and I don't have them left!
Congratulations, TP, here's to the next 50,000 {[]
Someone should make a TP's Top 100 Inuendoes-list to mark the occasion
Some of you may be aware that I am back in the UK for the month of June. On Monday I visited one of my dearest friends, we went for lunch at a favourite Italian restaurant and chatted and laughed for three lovely hours, hugged each other upon leaving with the arrangement of seeing him tomorrow night at the club to play poker. Just an hour ago I took a telephone call from his son saying that he had suddenly passed away. He had been unwell earlier on in the year but been given the all clear so what has happened I have no idea as yet.
I feel joy that circumstance gave me one last chance to see my friend and I feel anger that his life has been taken too soon. He was only 72 and we met 40 years ago when I was the new kid on the block in the poker school and he took a shine to the cheeky chappie who played with no fear (just the arrogance of youth). Over the years we socialised with our families and I looked up to him and admired his endless positive outlook on enjoying life to the full.
Now I have a funeral to go to before I depart back to the Far East, sometimes life sucks
Goodbye my dear friend and even though we are both non-religious I know we will meet again to play poker someday - keep making those outrageous bluffs wherever you are -{
(Thank you folks for indulging me with my memories)
Lose friends and spend so much time attending funerals.
Knowledge that only good memories remain, it seems to be a human defence mechanism, that only
Happy memories Linger on.
and on a lighter note well done to me old mucker TP ,on your 50,ooo post ,ive always enjoyed your banter
look forward to many more -{ -{ -{ -{
and this faulty zip !
Congratulations to TP on reaching 50,000 posts. He truly is The King of AJB. Long may he reign.
Oh, that's a lovely tribute to your late friend.
A tad hung over this morning, after a rather good evening out.
Especially when two hipster whipersnappers (who were eavesdropping on my friend and mine conversation) decided to join us. It's amazing what you discuss after 2 bottles of wine with total strangers
Cracking night. -{
Your avatars face is one of the expressions my friend gave me after one particular confession.
Indeed...learnt more about my friend last night than I ever think she was expecting! :v
Also, it's reassuring to learn that what you believe is a 'rareity' is actually more mainstream and common than you think. Very interesting indeed.
This spring there is so much sorrel the fields look almost red.
I remember as kids we used to eat sorrel almost as a snack.
Henry Ford was NOT the first car maker to use the production line method ( as I was
always told) but Ransom E Olds (Oldsmobile)
Interesting. We get that in our fields too here in NI. My late Dad said it was a sign the soil was acidic and needed more alkaline in it (achieved by spreading lime on the affected land). My Dad said he ate it as a child too.
A large glass of lime and soda please. With a twist of lime if you have it...
So, what are folks up to this evening...?