...For many years now, i just about give nothing or little away about my life and what ive done thus far. Not that ive had the most far out life on the planet or anything, but certainly have done (and doing) more than the average person per say. In the past, if i mentioned some of the things, id get funny looks, or questioned in such a way that its obvious the attempt is to trip me up ..as though im lying. ..So, ive learned, best not to say anything at all much. Dont need to in any case, but it is sort of sad that in sharing part of your life, you are judged as if a bs'er.

Do you find that because you have lived a different kind of life to the expected norm, done things outside of the box, etc, that you are actually disbelieved? How did you decide to handle that, same as me, or declare and dont care?

Nothing that bothers me, was just a random thought, and decided to post for other bedlamites opinions.

It happens sometimes but if they don't believe it I don't let it bother me. I lived my life for me, not to impress others.

right on, vic...

what I get a lot of is: 'that must take a lot of courage...or recklessness...'...

it's neither...whatever I end up doing is always within the scope of my abilities...if it weren't, then I wouldn't...it's that simple...

.....and lets face it Tutsi, no one is gonna believe much of your life anyway.

I believe ya tutsi. Every sordid sex fueled filthy part of it.

Just hope never get to hear it in person.

right on, vic...

what I get a lot of is: 'that must take a lot of courage...or recklessness...'...

it's neither...whatever I end up doing is always within the scope of my abilities...if it weren't, then I wouldn't...it's that simple...

How come you're courageous and reckless yet you managed to end up in Derby?

I believe ya tutsi. Every sordid sex fueled filthy part of it.

Just hope never get to hear it in person.

Many people are sceptable because everyone has ran into a frarang, that from stories of what they have done, and countries lived in, etc, they would have to be at least 150 years old

right on, vic...

what I get a lot of is: 'that must take a lot of courage...or recklessness...'...

it's neither...whatever I end up doing is always within the scope of my abilities...if it weren't, then I wouldn't...it's that simple...

How come you're courageous and reckless yet you managed to end up in Derby?

hey man, if yew grew up in southern California then after Derby and the factory gate on Sinfin Lane anything is possible...it was a lifetime achievement, I hafeta admit...

(down the pub in Derby: 'if yer from LA then whaddaya doin' here...'...tutsi just smiled...the locals thought that I was an Irish/pikey bullshitter due to the 'accent'...)

I believe ya tutsi. Every sordid sex fueled filthy part of it.

Just hope never get to hear it in person.

ms eek...can I help it if I'm minding my own business and a woman decides to intrude?...but it does help to 'spice up' the stories somewhat and, as we all have sex at sometime in our lives the result is something that everyone can relate to...although, as you say, 'sordid sex' is sometimes unavoidable...

[media=]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jD1sQobVcsI[/media]

even when fully clothed...

(substitute ms eek for lauren B and tutsi w for edward G in the clip with the whispered nasties and then maybe ms eek shall 'get to hear it in person...')

I feel violated.

If any old movie casting is to be done, id rather be Scarlet O'Hara. Mind you, how could she ever have fallen for that piece of puff pastry that was Ashley over the handsome and charismatic Gable, ill never know. Frankly my dear, you were damn stupid!

I feel violated.

hey, babe...don't blame me, blame Hollywood...and ye got to admit that generally speaking 'Key Largo' is a great film...

note that the actress Drew Barrymore resembles her grandfather Lionel remarkably..check out 'Grand Hotel' (1932) with him, John Barrymore, Greta Garbo, Wallace Beery and Joan Crawford for a cinematic tour de force...my life was never like that, I haveta admit...

I feel violated.

If any old movie casting is to be done, id rather be Scarlet O'Hara. Mind you, how could she ever have fallen for that piece of puff pastry that was Ashley over the handsome and charismatic Gable, ill never know. Frankly my dear, you were dam_n stupid!

get outta here, ms eek; ye gotta see things in context...Ashley Wilkes was a gentleman and Rhett Butler was coarse and nouveau riche and that in a present day context Ashley would defend yer honor to the death but with Rhett if you were in the rain and he had the umbrella he'd say: 'get back bitch, walk between the raindrops...ie: 'frankly my dear,' etc.'

check out the scene with Mammy (Hattie MacDaniel) when she was looking after Rhett after his little daughter was killed in the horse riding accident and he went insane with grief...she won best supporting actress for that scene alone...magnificent...

ye gots to admit that story telling is mostly what we got for entertainment whether verbal, in paperback or in celluliod...and it's been that way for 1000s of years...an' I like to think that I'm part of a great tradition (as tutsi ducks the hurled rotten vegetables and fruit)

Whether fact of fiction, or some fiction embellished fact, i agree that storytelling is a glorious thing. However, i usually prefer to know the difference. I grew up believing in Princes and white horses, not realising it was a fable. Hmm..well..in saying that my prince is on a motorbike, and i confess we have ridden off into the sunset on numerous occasions....so maybe there is more to fact to fiction than i realised? Guess just depends on how its interpreted. Actually in all honesty im typing without thinking, and ive no drunken or any other excuse for the drivel im writing. so, I'll blame you tutsi. Gotta blame someone, cant possibly blame myself, and as ive enjoyed blaming you in the past, youre the most obvious target.

So give an example to gauge one of, if not 'the' most out there moment for you ??....typical example of something nobody would believe.

Test us.

Whether fact of fiction, or some fiction embellished fact, i agree that storytelling is a glorious thing. However, i usually prefer to know the difference. I grew up believing in Princes and white horses, not realising it was a fable. Hmm..well..in saying that my prince is on a motorbike, and i confess we have ridden off into the sunset on numerous occasions....so maybe there is more to fact to fiction than i realised? Guess just depends on how its interpreted. Actually in all honesty im typing without thinking, and ive no drunken or any other excuse for the drivel im writing. so, I'll blame you tutsi. Gotta blame someone, cant possibly blame myself, and as ive enjoyed blaming you in the past, youre the most obvious target.

hey, listen babe...I'm blameable but let me direct you to my recent influences Charles Bukowski and Raymond Carver and then you can direct yer ire to them...the masters of vignettes...I am not responsible as my unrevealed material is irresistible and has to be told sometime...

when I was young and a 'babe in the woods' I read Dostoyevski and Sartre and at the time I thought that they were representative...but story telling is story telling and it's 'whatever floats yer boat...'...

with regard to my 'sex fueled sordidness' actual abuse from unscupulous wimmin wasn't recognised until I read Madame Bovary and Anna Karenina...but I was older then...and I still couldn't believe that there were such wantons in the lierature...I'm just an old fashioned kinda guy...

my ex in England once sneered: 'Madame Bovary is my hero...' and then I questioned her interpretation and then she attacked me with a knife...but I always thought that female madness was to be expected and it is not!...but it was great material for future entertainment...

ms eek...are you feeling OK?...please advise us if you are not...

I saw a statistic that 88% of people in the UK die within 10 miles of where they were born........it's easily calculated as the time and place of death is lodged at the local Registrars office, who also keep the birth certificates.

The point is that for the vast majority of people they live and die within a very tight area and contact circle. When you step out of the norm, traveling and living in exotic countries, fighting in wars as many of members have done, changing jobs and careers at the drop of a hat etc, then you can see why people would start to doubt your stories. They can't comprehend that type of go head adventurous lifestyle.

When it's beyond your comprehension then you doubt it, and doubt turns to disbelief.

I saw a statistic that 88% of people in the UK die within 10 miles of where they were born........it's easily calculated as the time and place of death is lodged at the local Registrars office, who also keep the birth certificates.

I live within half a mile of the hospital I was born in. The only continent I haven't been to is Antarctica.

I'm gonna ask my gal to pitter patter through the raindrops tutsi.....thanks for the heads up!

I saw a statistic that 88% of people in the UK die within 10 miles of where they were born........it's easily calculated as the time and place of death is lodged at the local Registrars office, who also keep the birth certificates.

I live within half a mile of the hospital I was born in. The only continent I haven't been to is Antarctica.

you talkin' about the Royal Infirmary on London Road in Derby? unbelievable...but we all know that the real ales around there are the best...now, meself I lived up on Peet Street and we had a splendid garden with splended splayed fruit trees against the garden walls...until thieves ransacked the house twice while I was was away and I wanted to set fire to that local housing estate and shoot the white trash with heavy ordnance as they ran out to flee...'get a job, ye bastids!'

here's tutsi calling his (then) wife from NE China on a business trip in 1991: 'you OK darlin'?...'... her: 'no, not OK; we just got broken into and they turned the place over...and oh, boo hoo, yer supposed to protect me and now yer in fugging China!'...it was my fault but even then I didn't like her and let her wallow in her despair...I had already moved to Brighton but she was to follow...

but there was a pub on the London Road where the nurses and doctors drank and they had good ales...

So give an example to gauge one of, if not 'the' most out there moment for you ??....typical example of something nobody would believe.

Test us.

well...the most mundane occurance can be significant if presented properly...

I saw a statistic that 88% of people in the UK die within 10 miles of where they were born........it's easily calculated as the time and place of death is lodged at the local Registrars office, who also keep the birth certificates.

I live within half a mile of the hospital I was born in. The only continent I haven't been to is Antarctica.

you talkin' about the Royal Infirmary on London Road in Derby?

No I'm talking about the City on Uttoxeter Road which has been rebuilt, renamed as the 'Royal Derby Hospital' and is now the main hospital for the area. The DRI is now the London Road Community Hospital Bit of a demotion really.

I saw a statistic that 88% of people in the UK die within 10 miles of where they were born........it's easily calculated as the time and place of death is lodged at the local Registrars office, who also keep the birth certificates.

I live within half a mile of the hospital I was born in. The only continent I haven't been to is Antarctica.

you talkin' about the Royal Infirmary on London Road in Derby?

No I'm talking about the City on Uttoxeter Road which has been rebuilt, renamed as the 'Royal Derby Hospital' and is now the main hospital for the area. The DRI is now the London Road Community Hospital Bit of a demotion really.

The pub round the corner was crappy as well....but good for a lock in all them years ago....

I saw a statistic that 88% of people in the UK die within 10 miles of where they were born........it's easily calculated as the time and place of death is lodged at the local Registrars office, who also keep the birth certificates.

I live within half a mile of the hospital I was born in. The only continent I haven't been to is Antarctica.

you talkin' about the Royal Infirmary on London Road in Derby?

No I'm talking about the City on Uttoxeter Road which has been rebuilt, renamed as the 'Royal Derby Hospital' and is now the main hospital for the area. The DRI is now the London Road Community Hospital Bit of a demotion really.

hey...then we useta be neighbors as Peet Street ended at the Uttoxeter Road...there was a 6th form college close by where I attempted to take german language classes in the evenings but the teacher was a fraud and was totally unprepared and I usually sat in a pub instead after a few attempts...the other students thought that she was wonderful...she did have very nice 40 y.o. germanic gams though, I haveta admit and she never wore stockings...woolen skirts with no stockings, hmmmmm...and she perched on the desk in front and crossed her legs frequently...

as I said previously, the attraction of the mundane has to do with the presentation...

ms eek, do you wear woolen pleated skirts with no stockings?

I feel violated.

If any old movie casting is to be done, id rather be Scarlet O'Hara. Mind you, how could she ever have fallen for that piece of puff pastry that was Ashley over the handsome and charismatic Gable, ill never know. Frankly my dear, you were dam_n stupid!

get outta here, ms eek; ye gotta see things in context...Ashley Wilkes was a gentleman and Rhett Butler was coarse and nouveau riche and that in a present day context Ashley would defend yer honor to the death but with Rhett if you were in the rain and he had the umbrella he'd say: 'get back bitch, walk between the raindrops...ie: 'frankly my dear,' etc.'

check out the scene with Mammy (Hattie MacDaniel) when she was looking after Rhett after his little daughter was killed in the horse riding accident and he went insane with grief...she won best supporting actress for that scene alone...magnificent...

ye gots to admit that story telling is mostly what we got for entertainment whether verbal, in paperback or in celluliod...and it's been that way for 1000s of years...an' I like to think that I'm part of a great tradition (as tutsi ducks the hurled rotten vegetables and fruit)

If I may divert temporarily to a little theological question...

For he gives his sunlight to both the evil and the good, and he sends rain on the just and the unjust alike.

Matt 5.45

But why does the just invariably get wetter then the unjust?

Because the unjust has borrowed the just's umbrella and not returned it!

I feel violated.

If any old movie casting is to be done, id rather be Scarlet O'Hara. Mind you, how could she ever have fallen for that piece of puff pastry that was Ashley over the handsome and charismatic Gable, ill never know. Frankly my dear, you were dam_n stupid!

get outta here, ms eek; ye gotta see things in context...Ashley Wilkes was a gentleman and Rhett Butler was coarse and nouveau riche and that in a present day context Ashley would defend yer honor to the death but with Rhett if you were in the rain and he had the umbrella he'd say: 'get back bitch, walk between the raindrops...ie: 'frankly my dear,' etc.'

check out the scene with Mammy (Hattie MacDaniel) when she was looking after Rhett after his little daughter was killed in the horse riding accident and he went insane with grief...she won best supporting actress for that scene alone...magnificent...

ye gots to admit that story telling is mostly what we got for entertainment whether verbal, in paperback or in celluliod...and it's been that way for 1000s of years...an' I like to think that I'm part of a great tradition (as tutsi ducks the hurled rotten vegetables and fruit)

If I may divert temporarily to a little theological question...

For he gives his sunlight to both the evil and the good, and he sends rain on the just and the unjust alike.

Matt 5.45

But why does the just invariably get wetter then the unjust?

Because the unjust has borrowed the just's umbrella and not returned it!

thou heathen...the Scriptures shall prove you otherwise...

now the original quote came from a pimp named Iceberg Slim...a very famous character in Oakland California...

and when he got into his Cadillac one of his ho's provoked him with the 'daddy, it's rainin' out here...' utterance and then the immortal lines were uttered...'get back bitch, walk between the rain drops...'...and tutsi was walkin' by and tryin' to mind his own business and then said: 'why ye don't come home with me, mama? ah ain't got no money but ah sure can keep yew warm...'

and then:

and then she said: ' youse a sweet white boy but I ain't got no use fer dem histry books and yer jive histry student pretensions...'

what I get a lot of is: 'that must take a lot of courage...or recklessness...'...

Right on if you're referring to Wisbech mate

what I get a lot of is: 'that must take a lot of courage...or recklessness...'...

Right on if you're referring to Wisbech mate

hey...Wisbech is just like anywhere else...ye settle down at the local after work with the paper and yer pint and have a read and mind yer own business...just like anywhere all over the UK...

but it was the bare mid drift girls at the local hair cutting salon that alerted me to possible danger...

and here's tutsi driving back to the caravan park in Wisbech from the project at Sutton Bridge and radio 4 is on the box...and then Emmylou Harris and an associate sang the Gram Parsons song 'Love Hurts' live and I had to pull over and listen and was reduced to tears...

how's that fer Wisbech? almost magical...

[media=]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLNFDvSYhB8[/media]

it's like my french associate said when sitting by the fire in his heavy sweater and a duvet over his legs: 'yes, things are very strange in Visbeachuh...'

When i read your Wisbech tales mate for some reason the Twilight Zone Theme and Rod Serlings voice run through my head....

When i read your Wisbech tales mate for some reason the Twilight Zone Theme and Rod Serlings voice run through my head....

well...there was a pub in downtown Wisbech near the docks and the bartender looked a bit like Rod Serling and it was creepy and I finished my pint quickly and left...

my local was out in Leverington near the caravan park and the folks there were very friendly...

People disbelieve I'm still alive.