It takes me ten minutes to read Foxy1's posts, too--and then I still don't know what the heck he said!
A comedy from the 80’s, but my wife just said it wasn’t the fast show, “so I’ll get me coat” And apparently that was the fast show
In the 80's our telly on a good day was like watching a snowstorm in a blizzard. Could receive Radio Sweden International though, for some wierd reason. Call sign every half hour... So, consequently didn't see a lot of telly. Got into short wave radio instead....
Sandi T Yes I meant me and Harley. Still love the wide glides but I am determined I won't go back there. Ride Safe Joe.
Hey, Joe. Yes, that's what I figured you meant. I think we all ebb and flow over time and our likes and needs (and wants, too, I guess) change over the years. And maybe we get a bit better and determining what the "best fits" for us are. And not only in the realm of motorcycles! I've had a few bikes that I really enjoyed and am glad I owned but I wouldn't go back to them either. I'm really happy with the motorcycles I currently own and ride. But who knows what the future holds? My life motto has become "Never say never".
Very kind of you to say so, Wim. Dank u wel! Damned with faint praise! Born in Liverpool but left there, with my parents, when I was about 2 - so, not quite enough time to develop all of the 'thieving scouse git' traits to which you all so subtly refer! And I'm near tee-total so the drinks cabinet didn't register on the radar. Good job you didn't have a large display of Triumph branded goods around, though - I can resist anything but temptation! Et tu Brute?
When I was working in Liverpool in the late '60s there was an entirely apocryphal story commonly told about a car breaking down just outside Kirkby on the East Lancs Road heading east so the owner parked in the nearest layby (the East Lancs Road was - probably still is - a dual carriageway that connects Liverpool and Manchester) and started walking to try to find assistance. At that time a telephone box in Kirkby would look - and smell - like a wooden outhouse and certainly wouldn't have a working telephone so a fairly long walk would have been necesary. Probably still the same now, come to think of it. Anyway, the owner returned to the car to await the breakdown service, and lifted the bonnet in anticipation of a patrol to come along. While he was staring blankly at the engine compartment a car pulled up in the layby behind the broken down vehicle and out jump 2 scallies who promptly start to jack up the back of the car. The owner, shocked, walks around to the scallies and says "What are youse doin'?" (the owner was a scouser .... but not a scally!!) to which they replied "Well if yor avvin da batree, wer avvin' da weelz!" Apocryphal, undoubtedly, but I used to work in Liverpool and live in St. Helens so the ELR was my commute route and I have seen broken down cars in laybys on the ELR literally stripped to a shell within 2 or 3 days of being left there. They were probably nicked in the first place, but, even so, I'd often think that if these guys could tear down and strip bare a car in that kind of timescale they could, surely, easily make half decent mechanics ......... if only it wasn't "werk"!
I thought it was Alexander Pope? But, heck, who cares .... an educated scouser is still a scouser! We just thieve with slightly more aplomb!
I'm from, and live in, Killamarsh. I remember when Mosborough was in Derbyshire, and they changed the border. I'm now a senior Blade
Know it well, before they built/dug Rother Valley, used to ride motocross bikes down Killamarsh way !!! Behind the abattoir was rail sidings, was also great fun. Where the new school is near Beighton, used to ride around that site when it was the sand quarry. I was on Waterthorpe, so was only a short push / ride down to there. Was a KX250 with a DT175 engine and a car exhaust pipe , used to end the days with burns on our legs
The rail siding you mention, is now part of the Trans Pennine Trail, and goes past my house. I live across from the old Killamarsh railway station, if you can remember that. Where do you live now?
I moved back to Scotland. Lived down there for 30 years from the age of 11, but I was always moving back to Scotland. Just over the border, turn left and 1/2 way to Stranraer. Used to get reclaimed timber from the old station ??? IIRC I ended living up near Clowne. All that area was my stomping ground for years.
A harmless occupation, I think you'll find. And anyway, we have to reminisce as and when we can, 'cos otherwise we we will forget what we just remembered and we have to rely on the younger members of society to listen to us intently and remember what we said in order that they can remind us what we said when we have forgotten ..... again! Does that make sense? Really?? Bloody hell, Nursey's meds must be kicking in!!
When did you leave this area then? I'll bet you used to go int Mill? I go through Clowne every Tuesday, ont way back from t'bikers night at Scarcliffe.
