StreetCowboy

I am not sure about your link, but those shows were great. In terms of music, Hawaii L and Z Cars still have you beat.

I tell stories for a living. I think it's worth mentioning that, to get back on topic, but I don't normally tell people that when they ask the three introductory questions. When you meet a stranger, how do you start the conversation? "What are you looking at?" rarely gets things off on good first step

I remembered "The Count of Monte Cristo" and figured that the quickest way out would be an iron mask. I'm slightly nervous that my escape won't come before my blundering results in physical harm, but you;ve got to have a plan and stick to it, right?

I like bars with contra-rotating carousels. I never got into the mechanical bulls.

I'm lucky I put a blindfold on and never imagined it. Unfortunately, I'm now stuck in a prison in Costa Rica

I had my best Sukhumvit Road experience in After Work, in Sukhumvit Square, but when I went back, it had gone - Sukhumvit Square. That caused me to build up a resentment against men with sledgehammers, though as one such myself, that is perhaps hypocritical. As you may recall, back in the day, there was a DIY shop just down from Piccadilly Station, and I'd popped in there as I had some fencing to do at the weekend. They didn't have epees or rapiers, but a sledgehammer was more appropriate for the fencing I had n mind. It's interesting that you only notice the gaps and errors in your recollection when you put your story to words... I guess I went to Picadilly platfoms 13 & 14 on the way home, and not Oxford Road (that was the gaffer tape and batteries incident....) anyway, as I came down the stairs with my newly-bought sledgehammer, there was an announcement about train delays, and someone next to me looked at the sledgehammer and said "Calm down, mate, its not that bad!"

Is it different when you talk to an expat? In the last 25 years, those have been pretty much the first three lines of every conversation I've had with any stranger, in whatever country. It's particularly important in Chinese, so that you can get to grips with their tonal pronunciation, and actually understand what they are saying, I expect. You need this information so that you can identify the person in your memories - Loud Bob from the Contractor who's come from Taipei - Vietnamese Wong who started in HCM Other people have no choice but to ask bland, polite and non-descript questions. If we gave an interesting answer, it might divert the conversation to the better. I've never really tried that... - Actually, I have "... Where you from?" "Samutprakarn" "Me also Samutprakarn" "Maybe we can share a taxi home" End of limit of English.

Youtube pointed me towards the original, and I can see why the school called social services.

No. 1 No. 2 That;'s the end of it. My daughter took up the double bass at school and it was tremendously inconvenient. "And its boring:" so i played her this, and the school phoned a social worker. I bullied my son into playing the Z Cars theme on his flute (I couldn't persuade my mate Danny to throw stones at him while he was marching, so I thought it was the best next thing) and the social worker came round again. I think she fancies me.

Thanks!

I m hoping that I will avoid conscription based on age, but I am not going to claim bone spurs if I am called up. SC

Ow! Who leaves those on bike paths?

If your tyres are lasting longer than your chain, then you can't complain about the tyres. I think I pick up more nails and pins than that, but I'm not sure. What I would re-iterate is that if the OP had posted his pictures either one to a post or a few to a post, we'd be talking about his pictures, not tyres.

The Yehudi Menuhin and Django Reinhardt recordings are great, but my idol was Lee Brilleaux, who could smoke a cigarette faster than any other man I’ve seen