I Railed Maxally , during UKOPs and contracted "Pokeritis "
In "A Cure for Pokeritis", Goldon is a compulsive gambler who promises his wife (Flora Finch) he will give up his game of choice, poker. His suspicious behavior leads her to recruit cousin Chilling who investigates and saves the day (with the help of his bible class, of course).
Thought I mentioned this in one of my drunken posts and I thought everybody reads my posts 🤔 It was the summer of 81 in the school holidays I was 13 Our playground was an old colliery that was shut down in the 1920s there was a big **** heap we used to tear down on our bikes NCB decided to open cast the area and remove the heap, what they did was to sift through the black stuff take out any coal and bury the **** into pre dug marl holes Me my brothers and a bunch of kids decided to dig a tunnel into the side of one of these marl holes using pen knives it was a Sunday know one was around except for a security guard who didn't know we were there So we're digging away we must have been 6 to 8 feet in there was a chain of 3 I was at the front then bam the thing collapsed i was completely buried, all the other kids ran away leaving my brothers to deal with it Now I was conscious and I could hear my brothers crying and digging frantically The weight had knocked all the air out of me and I was spewing stomach bile I thought this is it Some how my late brother Wayne found my head while our Craig got the security guard, when our Wayne found my head I finally could breathe, the security guard came and pulled a massive chunk of clay off me, oh the relief Mountain air and rescue had to get me out spent 6 weeks in hospital broken pelvis and internal bleeding and the such. Close call What I remember most was being in the ambulance with me mum and I said I thought I was a gonna there mum, she burst out crying So there you go my biggest mistake, not getting out 😁
On the first New Year's Eve that I could legally drink I think it is safe to say that I over celebrated. Trying to keep up with the older and more experienced drinkers in my local boozers, I ordered shot after shot after shot.
This did not end well. I ended throwing up on the bar and getting a black eye from the local hard man. I later passed out, got picked up from the pub by paramedics wearing party hats, had a number 2 in a sick bowl en route to hospital before being wheeled into the ward with my trousers round my ankles. Slept it off, got a ticking off from the nurse, then had to pay 40 quid for a taxi home, stinking to high heaven.
Thought I mentioned this in one of my drunken posts and I thought everybody reads my posts 🤔 It was the summer of 81 in the school holidays I was 13 Our playground was an old colliery that was shut down in the 1920s there was a big **** heap we used to tear down on our bikes NCB decided to open cast the area and remove the heap, what they did was to sift through the black stuff take out any coal and bury the **** into pre dug marl holes Me my brothers and a bunch of kids decided to dig a tunnel into the side of one of these marl holes using pen knives it was a Sunday know one was around except for a security guard who didn't know we were there So we're digging away we must have been 6 to 8 feet in there was a chain of 3 I was at the front then bam the thing collapsed i was completely buried, all the other kids ran away leaving my brothers to deal with it Now I was conscious and I could hear my brothers crying and digging frantically The weight had knocked all the air out of me and I was spewing stomach bile I thought this is it Some how my late brother Wayne found my head while our Craig got the security guard, when our Wayne found my head I finally could breathe, the security guard came and pulled a massive chunk of clay off me, oh the relief Mountain air and rescue had to get me out spent 6 weeks in hospital broken pelvis and internal bleeding and the such. Close call What I remember most was being in the ambulance with me mum and I said I thought I was a gonna there mum, she burst out crying So there you go my biggest mistake, not getting out 😁
Crikey Stokey, that got my emotions surfacing before 12:00.
On the first New Year's Eve that I could legally drink I think it is safe to say that I over celebrated. Trying to keep up with the older and more experienced drinkers in my local boozers, I ordered shot after shot after shot.
This did not end well. I ended throwing up on the bar and getting a black eye from the local hard man. I later passed out, got picked up from the pub by paramedics wearing party hats, had a number 2 in a sick bowl en route to hospital before being wheeled into the ward with my trousers round my ankles. Slept it off, got a ticking off from the nurse, then had to pay 40 quid for a taxi home, stinking to high heaven.
Wow, this thread I feel, could probably not be used to its fullest extent.
Many of the mistakes we make are possibly too personal, some may be illegal, immoral or just paint us in a really bad light.
In fact as I was trying to think of one with either a cautionary note or a salient point to it, I found instead I was slipping into a place of hurt that I didn't want to revisit.
Great subject, but one perhaps best visited in the company of close friends with a few drinks.
Wow, this thread I feel, could probably not be used to its fullest extent.
Many of the mistakes we make are possibly too personal, some may be illegal, immoral or just paint us in a really bad light.
In fact as I was trying to think of one with either a cautionary note or a salient point to it, I found instead I was slipping into a place of hurt that I didn't want to revisit.
Great subject, but one perhaps best visited in the company of close friends with a few drinks.
I happened across a pretty young lady in distress once walking home along the canal from the shops. A swan was blocking her path and she was scared to walk past it. "They won't hurt you if you're not a threat," I assured her and moved to walk past it myself.
The feathered b*stard made me look a right tit and I ended up in the canal.
Selling my 5 bedroom Victorian house in Sheffield in the late 90's for £70K-ish, instead of sticking with it, doing a bit of work on it, and renting it out to Students, as one of my golfing friends advised me to do. He was a Builder/Property Renovator, and now has a multi-million portfolio of properties Last time I looked, the properties on that road were fetching around £450K ........ and it would have been all paid for now, and paid for by other people
MORAL of the Story ......Listen to experienced people who know better than you, and take their advice .....as long as its Legal
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In "A Cure for Pokeritis", Goldon is a compulsive gambler who promises his wife (Flora Finch) he will give up his game of choice, poker. His suspicious behavior leads her to recruit cousin Chilling who investigates and saves the day (with the help of his bible class, of course).
Can you elaborate on that stokey?
It was the summer of 81 in the school holidays I was 13
Our playground was an old colliery that was shut down in the 1920s there was a big **** heap we used to tear down on our bikes
NCB decided to open cast the area and remove the heap, what they did was to sift through the black stuff take out any coal and bury the **** into pre dug marl holes
Me my brothers and a bunch of kids decided to dig a tunnel into the side of one of these marl holes using pen knives it was a Sunday know one was around except for a security guard who didn't know we were there
So we're digging away we must have been 6 to 8 feet in there was a chain of 3 I was at the front then bam the thing collapsed i was completely buried, all the other kids ran away leaving my brothers to deal with it
Now I was conscious and I could hear my brothers crying and digging frantically
The weight had knocked all the air out of me and I was spewing stomach bile I thought this is it
Some how my late brother Wayne found my head while our Craig got the security guard, when our Wayne found my head I finally could breathe, the security guard came and pulled a massive chunk of clay off me, oh the relief
Mountain air and rescue had to get me out spent 6 weeks in hospital broken pelvis and internal bleeding and the such. Close call
What I remember most was being in the ambulance with me mum and I said I thought I was a gonna there mum, she burst out crying
So there you go my biggest mistake, not getting out 😁
This did not end well. I ended throwing up on the bar and getting a black eye from the local hard man. I later passed out, got picked up from the pub by paramedics wearing party hats, had a number 2 in a sick bowl en route to hospital before being wheeled into the ward with my trousers round my ankles. Slept it off, got a ticking off from the nurse, then had to pay 40 quid for a taxi home, stinking to high heaven.
Those were the days......
Many of the mistakes we make are possibly too personal, some may be illegal, immoral or just paint us in a really bad light.
In fact as I was trying to think of one with either a cautionary note or a salient point to it, I found instead I was slipping into a place of hurt that I didn't want to revisit.
Great subject, but one perhaps best visited in the company of close friends with a few drinks.
Like @mumsie I think I'll pass.
@TheEdge949
You'll enjoy tomorrow's much more.
The feathered b*stard made me look a right tit and I ended up in the canal.
Last time I looked, the properties on that road were fetching around £450K ........ and it would have been all paid for now, and paid for by other people
MORAL of the Story ......Listen to experienced people who know better than you, and take their advice .....as long as its Legal