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Discussion in 'Off Topic' started by Gelsons Dad, 20 Jul 2019.
I once spent literally 5 years living in the West Midlands. No exaggeration.
Is that 1826/1827 days, or is that a Jamie Rednapp 'literally'?
5 actual, genuine, bona fide English years. And I maintained (just) enough of my sanity to tell the tale. I also spent nine years in the north east. I should write my memoirs - or maybe an SAS-style survival guide.
A 3 day stag pissup in Magaluf. The groom to be and his mates average age 30, me a few weeks off my 60th. Mental.
getting my last tattoo it hurt like hell lol
Coming down the outside of a skyscraper in Hong Kong ... in a glass lift (That includes the floor )
Im scared of heights .... they send me loopy
Becoming a father to twins at the age of 43. They're 2 now and it's exhausting - but I truly love it and never have I felt such an extraordinary feeling and love as I do for the both of them. It's almost overwhelming at times.
I work away from home a lot and it gets harder and harder as they develop their personalities, to say bye bye to them on a Sunday evening.
Time for a career change soon.
About 20 years ago I was driving up to Edinburgh and the fog got too bad. So I stopped at a guest house in Dunbar. It was like I'd walked into Silent Hill.
fuck off, that's just ridiculous
When I lived in Devon I used to cycle to work and back, Kingskerswell to Torbay Hospital, a journey of about 5 miles round trip. There was a fundraiser going on to raise money for toys and games for the Childrens Ward. I organised a sponsored circular cycle ride between all the Hospitals in South Devon, a total of 95 miles, and Devon is full of Hills ! I was the only one that finished, took me 14 hours then cycled home. Still feel stiff 35 years later.