you know, Loeff...I've never seen TITANIC. but now I feel compelled to do so.
Well...here's a spoiler, Pen my dear:
The ship sinks at the end.
)
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It seems you've shocked the board into silence, DS! )
) Come on guys! I just bared my soul and revealed my deepest secret. Surely you can at least comment on my post; I don't mind if that means mocking it. :v
It's not that bad. I mean, sure, it isn't good, but nothing to be too upset about.
Actually, I think its worse that you've never gotten drunk. Or had a girlfriend (that is you, isn't it?).
It seems you've shocked the board into silence, DS! )
) Come on guys! I just bared my soul and revealed my deepest secret. Surely you can at least comment on my post; I don't mind if that means mocking it. :v
Considering Napoleon hasn't confessed zip and simply hangs around this thread like a paparazzi, I wouldn't worry about it too much Dan.
My confessions are on their way, Alex! Yes, I'd thought you'd pick up on that... mind you, this is not the board to post on when you're drunk. Still there'll be a bit of editing.
My understanding is that DS has confessed nothing of a sort about not having a girlfriend.
I like Titanic, because I took my mum to the World premiere at Empire Leicester Square, three months before it opened nation wide. We paid 50 pound each for a ticket.
My understanding is that DS has confessed nothing of a sort about not having a girlfriend.
You're right about that NP.
Night, I don't pretend to be the coolest guy in the room, and I freely admitt to never getting drunk, not taking drugs, smoking just one cigarette and rarely going to nightclubs, but I can assure you that I do in fact have a girlfriend. :v )
"He’s a man way out there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine. And when they start not smiling back—that’s an earthquake. and then you get yourself a couple of spots on your hat, and you’re finished. Nobody dast blame this man. A salesman is got to dream, boy. It comes with the territory." Death of a Salesman
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I don't know if this is a confession but I've smoked two cigars and a major part of me would love to become a cigar smoker. (I love the old-style sophistication associated with it. )
"He’s a man way out there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine. And when they start not smiling back—that’s an earthquake. and then you get yourself a couple of spots on your hat, and you’re finished. Nobody dast blame this man. A salesman is got to dream, boy. It comes with the territory." Death of a Salesman
Actually, once you've got a girlfriend, you don't need the others so much...
That's great to know.
"He’s a man way out there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine. And when they start not smiling back—that’s an earthquake. and then you get yourself a couple of spots on your hat, and you’re finished. Nobody dast blame this man. A salesman is got to dream, boy. It comes with the territory." Death of a Salesman
Another from me, which I was unfortunately reminded of this morning...
I am quite frightened of thunder and lightning. When I'm at home during a thunderstorm, I will turn on all the lights and crank up the TV volume. It's really the thunder that does me in -- I do not like sudden loud noises at all. Of course, all three of my kids looooooove thunderstorms, so I come in for a lot of abuse if we're all together. )
I don't have any other phobias, but I certainly have this one.
Now.... drum roll. It's time for Napoleon's Confession. And it's a doozy.
There've been a few famous folk I've known growing up. That is to say, they went on to be famous, while I haven't.
I went to school with Derren Brown, the famous mind control guy (he was Darren back then). He was a friend of a friend. I went along to one of his budding hypnotist sessions when he began, but didn't go under ('Yes, I shall be a Bond obsessive yes oh master Brown...') erm where was I? Later he popped up at Bristol University, where I was, studying history. One night the room next door was making a rumpus, and I grouchily knocked on it to find out what was what... he was there, showing off his magic trick skills. His face fell when he saw me... Cheers mate!
Maybe that's because he hated the school we went to, I later read, and I was a rude blast from the past. Ironic, as I really hated Bristol Uni. Really hated it, worst mistake of my life going there. Hated the city - bland and apathetic, university life - a contradiction in terms, you only mix with one age group and they're all screwed up at that age, you meet no one in their 20s or 30s at all, Bristol Uni in particular - very class conscious, no appreciation of lairy, working-class style humour and posh people just don't like anyone who isn't posh, they won't mix with them basically - and I hated the course, History. Only 7 hours of lectures a WEEK. I could see no point to any of it, and felt awful because I'd worked so hard to get there, and you can't quit because you feel like you've thrown away your winning hand. Plus you can't really be sure if it will be just as bad somewhere else... you never know, you might always turn the corner.
Slagging off uni is a bad thing. If you've never been there, it looks like sour grapes. When you are there, it make you persona non grata. And afterwards, you look like an embittered loser - voila! A lot of people like uni, it's the springboard to the rest of their life, so it's a bit like disputing God to a Born Again...
Anyway - you alright there, you sure you don't want another pint? - there was a girl I began to fancy in the last few weeks at uni. It was a real drought for me at this place, the one girl I was crazy about - a Sagitarrian Greta Scacchi type, said no and yet seemed a bit of a tease. Looking back I think she was keen, but that's another story. This girl was also a Sag, but seemed more straightforward and I fancied there's been a bit of eyecontact going. Bristol had no scene going, so I found out her number and crept into a phone box on Blackboy Hill (a nod to Bristol's slave trade background, it had names like this - Whiteladies Road was another, a lovely place) and gave her a ring.
When she picked up, she sounded, erm, a lot posher over the phone. And distinctly underwhelmed at finding out the identity of her unsolicited caller. Oh dear, this isn't going to be good. Except... except... I can't back out, or else why have I phoned her!?! So with the weary, doomladen feel of a bloke having drag himself up on the scaffold and place his own head under the guilotine, I press ahead: "I was wondering if you'd like to go out for lunch tomorrow?"
Perhaps it was the slightly condescending tone a bloke can fall into at such moments... And I should have said, 'drink' not 'lunch'... we were students after all, not corporate lawyers. Not that it would have made any difference. "Er, no, I can't!" she said, with a palpable sense of outrage. "I've got an exam!" she said, with all the stompy flourish of "I'm washing my hair!"
Oh, right, okay, bye!
Thankfully, I never saw her again. Until she turned up on my TV screen, presenting an early edition of the news one Boxing Day, which really made my Xmas.
She is now one of the main news anchors for the BBC Breakfast. As a freelancer with too many days off, I often sit in front of my flatmate's plasma in my y-fronts and speculate about how our paths have diverged since then.
There are lots of other youtube shots of her rubbing her legs... I didn't post 'em!
I tend to go easy on this anecdote as it has an unfortunate Barry George ring to it... So I can't even say I've dined out on it - unless you count humble pie!
"This is where we leave you Mr Bond."
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There are lots of other youtube shots of her rubbing her legs... I didn't post 'em!
I tend to go easy on this anecdote as it has an unfortunate Barry George ring to it... So I can't even say I've dined out on it - unless you count humble pie!
Still, you have my sincere admiration, NP. In American baseball parlance: you stood in the batter's box and took your swings B-) No shame in that! {[]
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NP - nice story, and believe me, you are not the first guy to get shot down. Just keep trying, you never know what might happen.
I had my share of disappointments myself, but when I moved to Chicago to start my new job I spotted a girl that I thought was the hottest girl there. She was working on the same floor I was receiving my initial training on and like in your story we made eye contact a few times. One day I decided to go talk to her during break and I asked her out. To my surprise she said yes. My next big problem was, being new to town I didn't even know where to take her, so I had to ask her where she thought we should go. Anyway we hit it off and two years later we were married. Twenty six years later (yes I am old) we are still married and till this day I am not sure what she saw in me that day. Anyways, the point of my story is, if you don't take a chance, you can't get lucky.
That is the cutest story Barry!! And what a happy ending.
I think it's really sweet the way so many of you guys are opening up, Barry, Dan, Alex, NP, Sir H, Loeff, all of you, it's hard to admit those things, but in my opinion it makes you all that much more likeable.
I tend to go easy on this anecdote as it has an unfortunate Barry George ring to it... So I can't even say I've dined out on it - unless you count humble pie!
Although this story doesn't have a happy ending as such (she sounds so not the type of girl for you....) my rule of thumb, looking back at some of my 'admiring from afars' have been that if there is an opportunity to somehow make your feelings known, then I always go with "will I regret it if I don't?"
Rejection is not a nice thing to have happen, and I've had my fair share of those - but I think Regret is worse. You've always got the 'what if....' factor, and there is nothing you can do about that.
So, I've put myself on the line quite a few times, and it's broken my heart a few times too, but now, in my current relationship, it's paid off. So there can be a happy ending after all....
She's worth whatever chaos she brings to the table and you know it. ~ Mark Anthony
Bristol had no scene going, so I found out her number and crept into a phone box on Blackboy Hill (a nod to Bristol's slave trade background, it had names like this - Whiteladies Road was another, a lovely place) and gave her a ring.
When I read this the first time, I thought you had both snuck into that phone booth and you were proposing to her.
Trouble with English not being my first language I suppose...;%
As for Uni, well, I went as well but I have to say I had a blast. I studied theatre science at the university of Amsterdam. Out of the 700+ students that attended those classes, I was one of the only three guys that was straight.
The good part was that quite a lot of the other students fancied me.:)
As for Uni, well, I went as well but I have to say I had a blast. I studied theatre science at the university of Amsterdam. Out of the 700+ students that attended those classes, I was one of the only three guys that was straight.
Well, that cheers me up Mister White! I feel a lot better about my time at uni now... 8-) :v )
So, I've put myself on the line quite a few times, and it's broken my heart a few times too, but now, in my current relationship, it's paid off. So there can be a happy ending after all....
Note the way Lexi from London gets in her excuses before she's asked... Very shrewd...
back when I was around the 14/15 mark my local fire station used to hold a disco every so often and most of the kids from the area would go.
As is usually the case as soon as the slow songs started all the boys would stand along one wall while all the girls would sit along the other.
Well one week I finally plucked up the courage to go over and ask a Girl i'd had my eye on for a dance.
Without saying a word she stood up, and as my pulse rate went through the roof..............
she drew back her right hand and knocked me spark out!
I came to with one of the local firemen leaning over me and everyone else laughing.
In all my years of martial arts (I've studied judo, kickboxing, Keysi fighting method, Kali, silat and more) that is the only time I've been knocked out!
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Well...here's a spoiler, Pen my dear:
"I am not an entrant in the Shakespeare Stakes." - Ian Fleming
"Screw 'em." - Daniel Craig, The Best James Bond EverTM
It's not that bad. I mean, sure, it isn't good, but nothing to be too upset about.
Actually, I think its worse that you've never gotten drunk. Or had a girlfriend (that is you, isn't it?).
thank you.
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My understanding is that DS has confessed nothing of a sort about not having a girlfriend.
Roger Moore 1927-2017
Hm. I never really saw it, but now that you've spoilt the ending, I don't think I'm going to...:v
Well worth it, a terrific venue.
Roger Moore 1927-2017
;% It's not exactly something that I boast about.
You're right about that NP.
Night, I don't pretend to be the coolest guy in the room, and I freely admitt to never getting drunk, not taking drugs, smoking just one cigarette and rarely going to nightclubs, but I can assure you that I do in fact have a girlfriend. :v
"Father, I haven't sinned..."
Roger Moore 1927-2017
Actually, once you've got a girlfriend, you don't need the others so much...
Roger Moore 1927-2017
I don't know if this is a confession but I've smoked two cigars and a major part of me would love to become a cigar smoker. (I love the old-style sophistication associated with it.
That's great to know.
I am quite frightened of thunder and lightning. When I'm at home during a thunderstorm, I will turn on all the lights and crank up the TV volume. It's really the thunder that does me in -- I do not like sudden loud noises at all. Of course, all three of my kids looooooove thunderstorms, so I come in for a lot of abuse if we're all together.
I don't have any other phobias, but I certainly have this one.
Mwa-ha-ha-ha!
Roger Moore 1927-2017
There've been a few famous folk I've known growing up. That is to say, they went on to be famous, while I haven't.
I went to school with Derren Brown, the famous mind control guy (he was Darren back then). He was a friend of a friend. I went along to one of his budding hypnotist sessions when he began, but didn't go under ('Yes, I shall be a Bond obsessive yes oh master Brown...') erm where was I? Later he popped up at Bristol University, where I was, studying history. One night the room next door was making a rumpus, and I grouchily knocked on it to find out what was what... he was there, showing off his magic trick skills. His face fell when he saw me... Cheers mate!
Maybe that's because he hated the school we went to, I later read, and I was a rude blast from the past. Ironic, as I really hated Bristol Uni. Really hated it, worst mistake of my life going there. Hated the city - bland and apathetic, university life - a contradiction in terms, you only mix with one age group and they're all screwed up at that age, you meet no one in their 20s or 30s at all, Bristol Uni in particular - very class conscious, no appreciation of lairy, working-class style humour and posh people just don't like anyone who isn't posh, they won't mix with them basically - and I hated the course, History. Only 7 hours of lectures a WEEK. I could see no point to any of it, and felt awful because I'd worked so hard to get there, and you can't quit because you feel like you've thrown away your winning hand. Plus you can't really be sure if it will be just as bad somewhere else... you never know, you might always turn the corner.
Slagging off uni is a bad thing. If you've never been there, it looks like sour grapes. When you are there, it make you persona non grata. And afterwards, you look like an embittered loser - voila!
Anyway - you alright there, you sure you don't want another pint? - there was a girl I began to fancy in the last few weeks at uni. It was a real drought for me at this place, the one girl I was crazy about - a Sagitarrian Greta Scacchi type, said no and yet seemed a bit of a tease. Looking back I think she was keen, but that's another story. This girl was also a Sag, but seemed more straightforward and I fancied there's been a bit of eyecontact going. Bristol had no scene going, so I found out her number and crept into a phone box on Blackboy Hill (a nod to Bristol's slave trade background, it had names like this - Whiteladies Road was another, a lovely place) and gave her a ring.
When she picked up, she sounded, erm, a lot posher over the phone.
Perhaps it was the slightly condescending tone a bloke can fall into at such moments... And I should have said, 'drink' not 'lunch'... we were students after all, not corporate lawyers. Not that it would have made any difference. "Er, no, I can't!" she said, with a palpable sense of outrage. "I've got an exam!" she said, with all the stompy flourish of "I'm washing my hair!"
Oh, right, okay, bye!
Thankfully, I never saw her again. Until she turned up on my TV screen, presenting an early edition of the news one Boxing Day, which really made my Xmas.
She is now one of the main news anchors for the BBC Breakfast. As a freelancer with too many days off, I often sit in front of my flatmate's plasma in my y-fronts and speculate about how our paths have diverged since then.
Here we go:
The object of NP's romantic humiliation
There are lots of other youtube shots of her rubbing her legs... I didn't post 'em!
I tend to go easy on this anecdote as it has an unfortunate Barry George ring to it... So I can't even say I've dined out on it - unless you count humble pie!
Roger Moore 1927-2017
Still, you have my sincere admiration, NP. In American baseball parlance: you stood in the batter's box and took your swings B-) No shame in that! {[]
"I am not an entrant in the Shakespeare Stakes." - Ian Fleming
"Screw 'em." - Daniel Craig, The Best James Bond EverTM
I had my share of disappointments myself, but when I moved to Chicago to start my new job I spotted a girl that I thought was the hottest girl there. She was working on the same floor I was receiving my initial training on and like in your story we made eye contact a few times. One day I decided to go talk to her during break and I asked her out. To my surprise she said yes. My next big problem was, being new to town I didn't even know where to take her, so I had to ask her where she thought we should go. Anyway we hit it off and two years later we were married. Twenty six years later (yes I am old) we are still married and till this day I am not sure what she saw in me that day. Anyways, the point of my story is, if you don't take a chance, you can't get lucky.
I think it's really sweet the way so many of you guys are opening up, Barry, Dan, Alex, NP, Sir H, Loeff, all of you, it's hard to admit those things, but in my opinion it makes you all that much more likeable.
Although this story doesn't have a happy ending as such (she sounds so not the type of girl for you....) my rule of thumb, looking back at some of my 'admiring from afars' have been that if there is an opportunity to somehow make your feelings known, then I always go with "will I regret it if I don't?"
Rejection is not a nice thing to have happen, and I've had my fair share of those -
So, I've put myself on the line quite a few times, and it's broken my heart a few times too, but now, in my current relationship, it's paid off. So there can be a happy ending after all....
When I read this the first time, I thought you had both snuck into that phone booth and you were proposing to her.
Trouble with English not being my first language I suppose...;%
As for Uni, well, I went as well but I have to say I had a blast. I studied theatre science at the university of Amsterdam. Out of the 700+ students that attended those classes, I was one of the only three guys that was straight.
The good part was that quite a lot of the other students fancied me.:)
The bad part was that most of them were guys...:#
Keep trying!?! That was nearly 20 years ago! I'm not Sweepy the Cat's age!
Monique says it's 'sweet' the way we're opening up! That says it all... ('Sweet' = not getting laid
Roger Moore 1927-2017
Well, that cheers me up Mister White! I feel a lot better about my time at uni now... 8-) :v
Roger Moore 1927-2017
Note the way Lexi from London gets in her excuses before she's asked...
Roger Moore 1927-2017
No shame in getting turned whatsoever. If I had a nickel for every, uh.. never mind
back when I was around the 14/15 mark my local fire station used to hold a disco every so often and most of the kids from the area would go.
As is usually the case as soon as the slow songs started all the boys would stand along one wall while all the girls would sit along the other.
Well one week I finally plucked up the courage to go over and ask a Girl i'd had my eye on for a dance.
Without saying a word she stood up, and as my pulse rate went through the roof..............
she drew back her right hand and knocked me spark out!
I came to with one of the local firemen leaning over me and everyone else laughing.
In all my years of martial arts (I've studied judo, kickboxing, Keysi fighting method, Kali, silat and more) that is the only time I've been knocked out!
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What happened to your cute bunny rabbit analogy? ?:)
Roger Moore 1927-2017