Just how friendly were these Welsh girls, Palaisglide?
I never tell tales out of school where the ladies are concerned, I was a dancer and in Bridgend that counted for a lot. Dark haired fire in her eye's Nesta took me home for Sunday Lunch with the family, a roast Yorkshires the lot ( and very good Yorkshires too) sitting round the table after lunch mother suddenly looked me square in the eye and said "if you are going to marry our Nesta you will have to move here" WHAT who mentioned marriage "yikes" and Nesta sitting there saying nothing with a wicked look in her eye. Two weeks later on the Monday the guard got me up early said pack all your gear sign out and collect your rail warrant you are moving. I was on the early train out of Wales to Hampshire, no goodbye's and no further contact and at the first camp dance met a lovely Geordy girl then met her twin sister at another camp dance later in the week, that got very interesting too.
You dog! Sounds as though you had a lot of fun in our young days! Funnily enough, I know a Nesta.... Only joking! Should I now stat a rant about the intentions of footloose young men?
Do you remember where in Bridgend you were stationed?
Getting back to rants, I really get annoyed when I am listening to jazzfm on DAB and it just goes off air! I have got two radios and it does it on both of them so it can't be the radios. It's really annoying......same as when you watch telly .....but that's another story. All this new high tech stuff is good while it works, but there is a lot of times when it doesn't.....computers crashing is a good example. Feel better now, thanks GG.
Oooh, while we're ranting about technology I'll break out my soap-box. What makes me grrrr is the tendency of computers and the like to anticipate what you are about to do and leap in to take over - remember the ghastly paperclip in Word? At least you could turn it off. It's just got worse since then.
On a similar note I went to buy a new cooker a few years ago and the salesman was pointing out buttons you could press to cook a roast dinner, bake a potato, cook a sponge, or whatever. I said 'I already know how to cook!' What really bothers me is that youngsters who don't know how, won't learn if all they ever do is press a button then if the electronics go down they'll be totally stuck.
Flo leaps nimbly off soap box picks it up and walks away muttering
You dog! Sounds as though you had a lot of fun in our young days! Funnily enough, I know a Nesta.... Only joking! Should I now stat a rant about the intentions of footloose young men?
Do you remember where in Bridgend you were stationed?
I do indeed G/Grandma smack in the middle of town, the REME had a workshop in what must have been a Garage at one time, we lived one side of the main road and worked in buildings the other side. I was told to be careful the first day I arrived, "these Welsh girls boyo just want to get out of the valleys see like" "err right" and off I went to the weekly dance and forgot it all. We would go to Porthcawl some Saturdays there was a big dance hall there and the beach came in handy. Dancing in those days was the in thing and as I had danced from being 11 watching my parents Competition dancers I knew how, it was a big come on especially for the older girls who just loved to dance and could. Nesta, ( I met another Nesta in Rhyl) was a real Welsh dark haired bright eyed full of fun girl and I did miss her but Soldiers moved on and left many a girl behind them, they probably shrugged and on to the next.
Flo, a month or so back my oven packed up so Daughter and I went to the local supplier, hundreds of the things standing in rows. Daughter started at the £1200 end I started at the £3/7/6 end and we met with bright young lady and Daughter trying to sell me an all singing and dancing oven. Holding my hands up for silence I said "you turn it on, you cook you turn it off, I have plenty of timers so why would I need all the knobs and things" they gave in but it still cost me £480.
mornin all . is just my wife or are all women ,when it come's close to spring they go out and spend money on paint and wall paper, soft furnishings , for instance 2 weeks ago she who must be obeyed drags me off to Harvey Normans to look at leather suites she invites me to sit in a couple she interested in and then buys a 3 and 2 seat-er sofa they arrive 3days later and she fills them with cushions so when I want to sit on one you have to remove them to find a place for your bum and she thinks im mad, that's it daily rant over .
Caz and Bunny, I have high aims for both the garden and the interior of the house, so I might spend the money but then I'd disappear outside and abandon what I bought. You've heard of shabby chic - well, mine is mucky chic. And that's inside the house.
To return to rants, I am also driven bonkers by computers anticipating your wishes. Laptops are so sensitive that you only have to pass the cursor over a button for it to activate. No wonder they put the ads at the top of the screen. It is almost impossible to get the cursor from the top of the screen to the webpage itself without passing it over the ads and opening them and suddenly finding that you've lost the screen you actually tried to open! Maddening!
Derek, I live just down the road from the REME. My mother worked there during the war (before your time, of course) though I'm not sure what she did.
here's a further rant. Why is it that you can only book a doctor's appointment on the telephone yet when you try to phone you can't get through. OH spent over 2 hours the other day before finally giving up and going down there, only to find that though they grudgingly allowed hiim to book, they told him they give priority to telephone bookings for early appointments!! By the time he got there, all the appointments for that day were gone! Gurgle of rage!
GG that was my moan yesterday! At moment am deaf! Already had medication but it's got worse. Wanted to go yesterday but had to have a procedure at hospital. Tried in afternoon. Receptionist - can't do today. Me - what about tomorrow. Receptionist - there are appointments but you have to phone at 8 or 2. Me - so, as per normal, I will sit with finger poised at said times only to be told when I eventually get through that they have all been taken.
Personally, I find it humiliating to have to do this. What's happened to the days when, if you had a problem, you would take yourself to the docs and just sit and wait. No receptionists to contend with. The doc just went to his filing cabinet, got out your notes, scribbled any medication given down and returned the notes.
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I never tell tales out of school where the ladies are concerned, I was a dancer and in Bridgend that counted for a lot.
Dark haired fire in her eye's Nesta took me home for Sunday Lunch with the family, a roast Yorkshires the lot ( and very good Yorkshires too) sitting round the table after lunch mother suddenly looked me square in the eye and said "if you are going to marry our Nesta you will have to move here" WHAT who mentioned marriage "yikes" and Nesta sitting there saying nothing with a wicked look in her eye.
Two weeks later on the Monday the guard got me up early said pack all your gear sign out and collect your rail warrant you are moving. I was on the early train out of Wales to Hampshire, no goodbye's and no further contact and at the first camp dance met a lovely Geordy girl then met her twin sister at another camp dance later in the week, that got very interesting too.
Frank.
You dog! Sounds as though you had a lot of fun in our young days! Funnily enough, I know a Nesta.... Only joking! Should I now stat a rant about the intentions of footloose young men?
Do you remember where in Bridgend you were stationed?
Oooh, while we're ranting about technology I'll break out my soap-box. What makes me grrrr is the tendency of computers and the like to anticipate what you are about to do and leap in to take over - remember the ghastly paperclip in Word? At least you could turn it off. It's just got worse since then.
On a similar note I went to buy a new cooker a few years ago and the salesman was pointing out buttons you could press to cook a roast dinner, bake a potato, cook a sponge, or whatever. I said 'I already know how to cook!' What really bothers me is that youngsters who don't know how, won't learn if all they ever do is press a button then if the electronics go down they'll be totally stuck.
Flo leaps nimbly off soap box picks it up and walks away muttering
I do indeed G/Grandma smack in the middle of town, the REME had a workshop in what must have been a Garage at one time, we lived one side of the main road and worked in buildings the other side.
I was told to be careful the first day I arrived, "these Welsh girls boyo just want to get out of the valleys see like" "err right" and off I went to the weekly dance and forgot it all. We would go to Porthcawl some Saturdays there was a big dance hall there and the beach came in handy. Dancing in those days was the in thing and as I had danced from being 11 watching my parents Competition dancers I knew how, it was a big come on especially for the older girls who just loved to dance and could. Nesta, ( I met another Nesta in Rhyl) was a real Welsh dark haired bright eyed full of fun girl and I did miss her but Soldiers moved on and left many a girl behind them, they probably shrugged and on to the next.
Flo, a month or so back my oven packed up so Daughter and I went to the local supplier, hundreds of the things standing in rows. Daughter started at the £1200 end I started at the £3/7/6 end and we met with bright young lady and Daughter trying to sell me an all singing and dancing oven. Holding my hands up for silence I said "you turn it on, you cook you turn it off, I have plenty of timers so why would I need all the knobs and things" they gave in but it still cost me £480.
Frank.
mornin all . is just my wife or are all women ,when it come's close to spring they go out and spend money on paint and wall paper, soft furnishings , for instance 2 weeks ago she who must be obeyed drags me off to Harvey Normans to look at leather suites she invites me to sit in a couple she interested in and then buys a 3 and 2 seat-er sofa they arrive 3days later and she fills them with cushions so when I want to sit on one you have to remove them to find a place for your bum
and she thinks im mad, that's it daily rant over .
Derek
Not me Derek , id rather be in the garden
Me neither! I'm more likely to drag OH off to Garden Centre
. The inside of the house doesn't get a lot of attention between March and October 
Caz and Bunny, I have high aims for both the garden and the interior of the house, so I might spend the money but then I'd disappear outside and abandon what I bought. You've heard of shabby chic - well, mine is mucky chic. And that's inside the house.
To return to rants, I am also driven bonkers by computers anticipating your wishes. Laptops are so sensitive that you only have to pass the cursor over a button for it to activate. No wonder they put the ads at the top of the screen. It is almost impossible to get the cursor from the top of the screen to the webpage itself without passing it over the ads and opening them and suddenly finding that you've lost the screen you actually tried to open! Maddening!
Derek, I live just down the road from the REME. My mother worked there during the war (before your time, of course) though I'm not sure what she did.
here's a further rant. Why is it that you can only book a doctor's appointment on the telephone yet when you try to phone you can't get through. OH spent over 2 hours the other day before finally giving up and going down there, only to find that though they grudgingly allowed hiim to book, they told him they give priority to telephone bookings for early appointments!! By the time he got there, all the appointments for that day were gone! Gurgle of rage!
GG that was my moan yesterday! At moment am deaf! Already had medication but it's got worse. Wanted to go yesterday but had to have a procedure at hospital. Tried in afternoon. Receptionist - can't do today. Me - what about tomorrow. Receptionist - there are appointments but you have to phone at 8 or 2. Me - so, as per normal, I will sit with finger poised at said times only to be told when I eventually get through that they have all been taken.
Personally, I find it humiliating to have to do this. What's happened to the days when, if you had a problem, you would take yourself to the docs and just sit and wait. No receptionists to contend with. The doc just went to his filing cabinet, got out your notes, scribbled any medication given down and returned the notes.
Oh for the good old days!