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Fair play to you Mags! I pressed the ALT key and the 2 key and up came the €, I’ll keep trying to find the pound, or perhaps it's drifting because of the “B” thing, maybe when it settles I’ll find it.
Thanks a million.

Yes Spitty some of the “B” sides are better than the “A” sides, I believe Cliff Richard has a new single out, “I Love You” on the “A” side and “Kiss Me” on the backside. I have all my music on a hard drive now, that's what I miss about the old 45's, I used to have such flippin’ fun.

Solo I remember when they brought out a new ten shilling piece here in 1966 to commemorate the 1916 rising, it featured Padraig Pierce on the face and the usual harp on the other side, it had a high silver content and was very heavy. The first to receive these were the folks on the dole, sort of test pilots for the new coins, I remember in the pub one night a chap came in and asked for a pint, he produced one of these coins and the barman refused to accept it, I offered the fella a ten shilling note for it and I still have that coin to this day, it’s in mint condition and worth a few quid I believe.

This leaflet came through the letterbox from the post office last week stating there was a new stamp out with Phil Lynott on it, when Phyllis went to get some at the local post office on Monday morning they were sold out.
She still has two George Best Northern Ireland fivers that she got in Belfast a few years ago.

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George Best....now there is a name to conjure with. I was fortunate to be able to watch him play a number of times and was always awed by his control and skill with the ball...totally mesmerising to watch.

Fame/popularity is an odd thing in all walks of life..some get it without trying whilst others do their darndest and never achieve it. Always think fame is handed out to those that have no idea what to do with it or are not mentally equiped to deal it.

Either way George sadly went the way of many a famous person before him but oh the memories of that dimple and those twinkling eyes will always stay with me....so scuse me whilst I have a few moments with him

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Ah yes, there was only one Georgie Best God be good to him.

Strange when Winter starts off everyone starts to complain about their ailments, it’s the same year after year, all the great advances in medicine over the decades seem to had made no difference to some people. I’ll be getting it every time I go up to the local until next Summer, then it’ll be the heat.
I’m usually a very sympathetic person, but some people seem to enjoy telling you their woes, it’s like by telling you that you should feel guilty because you haven’t got what they have.
“How are yeh Billy?”
“I’m grand, if it wasn’t for me auld shoulder, it always acts up in the cold weather”(he rubs shoulder with a painful look on his mug)
“How’s it going Peter?”
“Terrible, can barely walk with the auld gout” (rubs all down his left leg with both hands till he reaches the foot, then releases the painful look)
I often wonder about older people dating, what do they talk about on a night out?
I suppose an old lad could go on a date with a female who has the same complaint and have a great time talking about it all evening, older folks just love talking about what ails them, except me of course, I always suffer in silence as my good woman will testify, who knows when one is with a fellow sufferer it might even lead to a steamy conversation about gallstones and haemorrhoids.
I’m not being rude, blame the TV, they’re always telling us to “Lets talk about leaky bladders” and the stuff that turns the wet into jelly, jaysus what a giant leap for mankind that is, so instead of having wet knickers the ladies can now have jelly knickers, talk about choosing between the devil and the deep blue sea.

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Yes Jem, no lingo left for a chat up, in this market.

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Lights in the street,
Peeping through curtains drawn.
Rattling of safety chain taking too long.
The smile in your eyes was never so sweet before
Came down from the skies
To cry you a song.

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It struck me this morning, there must be a reason I have never visited Clackmannanshire.

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Some of these semi personal ads do border on the gringeworthy. I do like the chap dancing on the stairs cos he's managed to get his leg over thanks to Viagra as it's simple and says just what it needs but these leaky bladders demos make you shudder. You also wonder how far these ads will now go to sell a product.

They don't demo how that chap got his leg over so why demo the glass of water miraculously turning into jelly so doing it's bit for us leaky women.Some things are best left to the imagination arn't they!

Clackmannanshire reminds me of another place. For years whilst living overseas I wanted to visit Stoke D' Abernon. Don't ask me why but I had somehow got a vision stuck in my mind of a beautiful historic and romantic place where knights and damsels once lived and roamed ( no internet info back then to bring me down to earth). To be fair there were a few raised eyebrows and knowing smiles when declaring my intentions but nobody deterred me in any way.

Eventually on my return I asked for a detour so I could fulfill this long held wish and again nobody said anything and finally we arrived at Stoke D'Abernon....only I had blinked..... and missed it. We were through it in the blink of an eye and to say I was shocked to see my long held thoughts come to nought is putting it rather mildly. My friends laughter... who knew the place in my imagination did not exist...still rings in my ears as does the disappointment I felt at such a romantic name failing so badly.

Shakespeare wrote 'What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet'....well in my case at the time it was't so sweet

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I never had a hankerin to visit any place in particular.
Lovely American expression that “hankerin’, wonder why it never caught on over here like “Guys” and “Movies” did. “Swell” never became popular over here either, “Eleanor gee I think you’re swell” Say that to a Dublin girl and she’d wallop yeh, “How dare you insinuate I’m pregnant!”
I do love all the different cultures.

Tis sad when one’s dreams are shattered. I know how you must have felt solo.
I remember as a child seeing an ad in one of the American Dell Comics for a whole battalion of toy soldiers all for $2, they looked magnificent fighting on the battlefield in the ad, I saved and scraped for months to get the money and the postage to send away for them, when they finally arrived in a brown packet there was a clear plastic bag inside containing 50 soldiers made from a mucky green plastic! no colour, and it was hard to tell one from the other, I was shattered.
Nothing in that line will ever replace the old handpainted lead soldiers, these monstrosities were an insult to any soldier. That may have been the beginning of my hatred of plastic.

I’m a hankerin for a pint now so I’m off.

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A lot of folks are deficient in the Hankerin department and, apparently depart without much fuss and ado, what's that all about, some stuff is funny, but that is serious.

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Hankering was close enough to Hanky to bring on a smile although I doubt if you chaps had to put up with what we girls did.

I was forever losing my hanky and hair ribbons although the pocket in our navy knickers ensured the precious 'just in case' penny always stayed safe....unless of course you did a few cartwheels on the way to school.

No matter how tightly tied, hair ribbons were always a bit of a lost cause but hankies were different as they could be nailed to your chest so to speak. If you lost your hanky you had to be shamed ...dead simple. No pinning it discreetly either. It was pinned on your front dead centre so all and sundry could see you were a loser.

Americanisms, Irishisms, Scottishisms, Welshisms and anythingelseisms...always been fascinated as to why we all don't speak or sound the same. One of those thoughts that just sits there without rhyme or reason