Profile for gobbo:
none
Recent front page messages:
none
Best answers to questions:
[read all their answers]
- a member for 20 years, 2 months and 22 days
- has posted 3 messages on the main board
- has posted 4 messages on the talk board
- has posted 0 messages on the links board
- has posted 21 stories and 1 replies on question of the week
- They liked 3 pictures, 2 links, 0 talk posts, and 4 qotw answers.
- Ignore this user
- Add this user as a friend
- send me a message
none
Recent front page messages:
none
Best answers to questions:
» Stuff I've found
'Don't worry Madam, it'll be safe with us'
When I was about 10 (1971) my Sister and I found a £20 note in the street. We raced home and, beaming with pride, showed it to my mother. While she put on her hand cream and got her outdoor coat and gloves on we excitedly argued over how we were going to spend it. Wrong!
She marched us down to the Police Station and handed it over. The desk sergeant assured her that every effort would be made to find the owner and that if nobody came forward within 6 months it would be ours.
I still remember the feeling of rage that welled up in me when the greedy, fat bastard winked at me in anticipation of many, many pints and chasers.
(Thu 6th Nov 2008, 13:47, More)
'Don't worry Madam, it'll be safe with us'
When I was about 10 (1971) my Sister and I found a £20 note in the street. We raced home and, beaming with pride, showed it to my mother. While she put on her hand cream and got her outdoor coat and gloves on we excitedly argued over how we were going to spend it. Wrong!
She marched us down to the Police Station and handed it over. The desk sergeant assured her that every effort would be made to find the owner and that if nobody came forward within 6 months it would be ours.
I still remember the feeling of rage that welled up in me when the greedy, fat bastard winked at me in anticipation of many, many pints and chasers.
(Thu 6th Nov 2008, 13:47, More)
» Sleepwalking
A spooky one
I just remembered this. A few years ago I was asleep at home with Mrs. Gobbo. she woke in the middle of the night and as she came too she looked up into the darkness to see my silhouette hovering over her peering down into her face.
When I didn't talk to her she thought I must be sleep-walking and, not wanting to wake me suddenly, backed away to get out of bed on the opposite side. She freaked out completely when she bumped into me and found I was still in bed. Glancing back again she saw I was still standing beside the bed as well.
This was all too much for her and she threw the covers over her head and stayed like that till dawn, shaking like a leaf.
It hasn't happened since. I should add that neither of us had been drinking or messing with drugs.
Spooky.
(Mon 27th Aug 2007, 15:10, More)
A spooky one
I just remembered this. A few years ago I was asleep at home with Mrs. Gobbo. she woke in the middle of the night and as she came too she looked up into the darkness to see my silhouette hovering over her peering down into her face.
When I didn't talk to her she thought I must be sleep-walking and, not wanting to wake me suddenly, backed away to get out of bed on the opposite side. She freaked out completely when she bumped into me and found I was still in bed. Glancing back again she saw I was still standing beside the bed as well.
This was all too much for her and she threw the covers over her head and stayed like that till dawn, shaking like a leaf.
It hasn't happened since. I should add that neither of us had been drinking or messing with drugs.
Spooky.
(Mon 27th Aug 2007, 15:10, More)
» Pet Stories
Miracle kittens
Background: My mother was a cat breeder and one of the early litters had a cute black-haired persian kitten called Jamie.
After about a week it was obvious that the poor sod had a problem. He was smaller than the others and not feeding. He just flopped about and failed to find the teat. My mum started bottle-feeding him but another week later it was obvious that his problems were increasing. His back legs didn't work and he pulled himself along on his front legs looking quite pathetic. The vet came and gave him 3 days to improve. He showed no improvement in the 3 days and I went to bed feeling despondent because it was obvious that in spite of all the efforts he was going to walk the plank (or crawl it, if you like!). I woke up in the morning and went to see the litter. He was walking. Very wobbly, but walking. I cried.
Another time and a different litter. An 8 week old kitten got a virus, got dehydrated, got weak and was fading away before our eyes. The vet came one evening and said she would be dead by the morning as the effort of breathing was killing her. He gave her a mighty dose of antibiotics on a kill or cure basis and left. I went to sleep feeling morose and hopeless. I woke in the morning and went to see the inevitable. She was scooting around like a loon and eating everything in sight. I cried again.
Girls: If you have been disturbed or moved by any of the issues raised by my posting I am available for one-2-one or groupsexytime counselling.
(Fri 8th Jun 2007, 16:55, More)
Miracle kittens
Background: My mother was a cat breeder and one of the early litters had a cute black-haired persian kitten called Jamie.
After about a week it was obvious that the poor sod had a problem. He was smaller than the others and not feeding. He just flopped about and failed to find the teat. My mum started bottle-feeding him but another week later it was obvious that his problems were increasing. His back legs didn't work and he pulled himself along on his front legs looking quite pathetic. The vet came and gave him 3 days to improve. He showed no improvement in the 3 days and I went to bed feeling despondent because it was obvious that in spite of all the efforts he was going to walk the plank (or crawl it, if you like!). I woke up in the morning and went to see the litter. He was walking. Very wobbly, but walking. I cried.
Another time and a different litter. An 8 week old kitten got a virus, got dehydrated, got weak and was fading away before our eyes. The vet came one evening and said she would be dead by the morning as the effort of breathing was killing her. He gave her a mighty dose of antibiotics on a kill or cure basis and left. I went to sleep feeling morose and hopeless. I woke in the morning and went to see the inevitable. She was scooting around like a loon and eating everything in sight. I cried again.
Girls: If you have been disturbed or moved by any of the issues raised by my posting I am available for one-2-one or group
(Fri 8th Jun 2007, 16:55, More)
» School Trips
Vous et barred!
On a school trip to France we had been advised by those in the know to buy French bangers as they were far, far better than the UK version.
So we did. We bought every banger we could find....and, being impatient, tried one in the toilets of the hovercraft on the way home. Steel walls? French banger? Door Sealed? I THINK MY EARS ARE STILL RINGING!! We tried flushing one as well. Awesome!
We were evetually interrupted by a responsible adult and legged it back to our seats before our teachers arrived.
When we got back to Dover we were eagerly anticipating a banger-fest when our coach was taken out of the line and parked up on what we were told was 'French Soil'. Eh? Still don't understand that one.
French customs officials boarded the coach and we were all but strip searched. We frantically dumped everything we had and the floor of the coach and tried to look innocent.
We were then formally cautioned by the frogs before being told we were banned from France for life. Result!
(Tue 12th Dec 2006, 12:56, More)
Vous et barred!
On a school trip to France we had been advised by those in the know to buy French bangers as they were far, far better than the UK version.
So we did. We bought every banger we could find....and, being impatient, tried one in the toilets of the hovercraft on the way home. Steel walls? French banger? Door Sealed? I THINK MY EARS ARE STILL RINGING!! We tried flushing one as well. Awesome!
We were evetually interrupted by a responsible adult and legged it back to our seats before our teachers arrived.
When we got back to Dover we were eagerly anticipating a banger-fest when our coach was taken out of the line and parked up on what we were told was 'French Soil'. Eh? Still don't understand that one.
French customs officials boarded the coach and we were all but strip searched. We frantically dumped everything we had and the floor of the coach and tried to look innocent.
We were then formally cautioned by the frogs before being told we were banned from France for life. Result!
(Tue 12th Dec 2006, 12:56, More)