Seen that movie. :D
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After thirty odd years as a member of the NASUWT, I cancelled my membership as I have retired.
Strange that after years of no communication whatsoever, I now seem to be getting almost weekly emails :scratch:
be wanting your money ;) my bro was a head teacher ..
your right there - before training as a teacher I worked in the chemical industry and was an MSF (previously ASTMS) local rep.
I went on a residential training course: excellent food/wines/beer, all free. Seeing the full time reps made me think of Animal Farm.
In other news, folks, at LONG last, Del's belated (because of Covid) sleepover party, initially supposedly to have marked the opening of her new 'princess room' last year (read as dedicated dressing room), is going ahead tonight!
So.. I'm being kicked out (will be kipping over at my dad's) to allow her and some of her girlfriends, mostly in their 20s, to celebrate.
A hot-tub and enclosure has been hired (complete with 'disco lights' for night time), into which, just before I go, I'll be piping in a playlist of funky choons I've prepared (enough to last a good few hours) and will be streamed from my hard-drives/laptop, through a pair of active speakers. After that, if they're still sober enough (unlikely) they can use my Tidal account.
Anyway, the sun's come out and it looks quite nice, so hopefully it'll stay dry for them. In any case, the tub will be well heated, under cover and secluded, as no doubt at some point it'll be tops off!:drunk::stalks:
Copious quantities of Prosecco have been brought in, and I've prepared a number of different cocktails in jugs for them, and made it all look pretty, so they can splash, dance and drink the night away, watch movies, or whatever else young girls do together at parties in skimpy clothes or bikinis!!:eek:
Right, off to get ready and console myself at drawing the short straw, lol!:D Oh, and to wonder what kind of carnage I'll return to tomorrow.....:doh:
Marco.
hope youve got a good hiding place set out and powerful binoculars:D
Haha - aye, I've borrowed Tony's telescope and 'trained' it on the hot-tub!:lol:
Is there any way of recording the images?:hmm::D
Marco.
Ha - I'm not supposed to have this level of excitement at my age!
Right, off to my dad's crib before the girlies start to arrive... Laters:cool:
Marco.
aye rather you than me... i'd be dead and buried by now:D sure they will have a ball.. youve set it up really well for them.. your a gent
Very cunning... Now why didn't I think of that?:D
Trouble is, if I got caught, my balls would be served to me on a platter, albeit of course, nicely sautéed....;)
No doubt the party will be in full swing now! Still I've enjoyed spending quality time with the old man. Currently having a few beers while watching 'Sicario: Day of the Soldado':)
Marco.
Granelli di Marco? Or should that be Testicoli di Marco
https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikiped...-Testicoli.jpg
Hahaha... In some areas of Italy (and no doubt elsewhere) they're considered as not only a delicacy, but an alternative for Viagra!:D
Marco.
Cheers, mate. The feedback I got was that all the girlies had a ball, including Del, and really appreciated what I did. Only thing was the mess I came back to lol, both inside and out, the mucky pups!:doh:
It's funny, a lot of guys say that they don't understand or 'get' women, and so often struggle in their relationships with them.
I guess I'm lucky with Del (who despite being a princess and sometimes 'high-maintenance') is mostly just a joy. However, I've generally always got on well with women, I think simply because I find them to be rather fascinating and beautiful creatures, plus crucially came to the realisation pretty early that they're 'wired' completely differently from us, thus have quite different emotional needs.
So when they want to 'play', you let them play, and generally you're rewarded in the end.. If you try to stifle that or deprive them of the female company or contact they crave, or control them for your own ends, simply through either selfishness or ego, IME it leads to resentment and always comes back to bite you on the bum...
As you know, Del's a fair bit younger than me, also looks young for her age (and has a 'young head'), hence why some of her friends are younger than her and can relate to her on important levels, although she also has older friends too, which she's equally close to. That's why I don't mind occasionally being 'kicked out' of the house lol, to give both her pals and her the space and privacy that they need, especially when some of them are young enough to be my daughter!:D
In the end it's all good, and that shared level of respect and understanding is probably why Del and I have been happily married for so long., and her friends think I'm 'cool'. Anyway, I hope those thoughts weren't too deep for a wet and rainy Sunday evening!:)
Marco.
I know mate, I wouldn't touch them with a bargepole either:spew: and thankfully also have no need for Viagra!:lol:
Marco.
Are we broadly in agreement then, on post 7417?:)
Marco.
Where do you get yer rhino horn from then? Pardon the pun!:D
Marco.
Most of them are only supposed to 'work' by their suggestive appearance, and in the way they are consumed: asparagus; figs; oysters, etc. The use of rhino horn is utter nonsense, it's made of keratin, so you have as much success with it as you would chewing your fingernails. Again it's the shape of a rhino's horn that gives it any (misguided) credence in it being an aphrodisiac.
The Chinese have a lot to answer for with their use of animal parts for their traditional medicine.
Yo Piggurs, 'pro' it only to an extent... I'm in favour of some 'alternative medicines'/natural remedies, generally plant-based stuff, as long as it's effective, as it normally has no side-effects:)
What I dislike is pumping my body full of chemicals, where the side-effects are often worse then the condition that the drugs are supposedly treating!:doh:
Marco.
Just had a duck in the house...
Flew over into my garden panicking, something had obviously spooked it and headed straight into my conservatory door and head first at my 401 :eek:
It was trying to get out the front window (ducks obviously don't get glass). I grabbed a throw, threw it over the duck and gathered it up then took it outside and let it go. It seemed to fly away ok so fingers crossed no harm done.
I have a 'through lounge with a large window at one end, and floor-to-ceiling patio doors at the other.
On several occasions I have had birds fly into the window, presumably thinking it to be a tunnel, attracted by the light at the other end. In most cases there has been a loud 'thump' and the bird flies away; although stunned and possibly wounded. On one occasion, sadly the impact was so severe the bird broke its neck. :(
went into the town at lunchtime today because I'm fed up eating the crappy sandwiches from the local shop.
There was a place advertising baked potatoes so I thought that would do for a change. Asked for one with cheese - three quid!
I had to go outside again just to make sure there wasn't a sign saying 'Millionaires Only' out front. (There wasn't).
Thought it would be about £1.75, or two quid tops. Just ridiculous.
Not really mate, if eating healthily matters to you enough and you're organised. How does Del manage to cook the meals she does for me, hold down a rather demanding full-time job as a lecturer, and (partly) look after the garden and also have an active social life?;)
In any case, I thought you were working from home now, so you've got all bloody day to cook something, if you manage your time properly!:ner:
Marco.
How far is the shop that sells the crappy sarnies?
About three hundred yards away.
Nice one, good choice!:D
However, if you're in all day and don't have any time whatsoever to make yourself a plate of food, something is badly wrong, ruling out of course the fact that you just can't be arsed:lol:
Even just making a sandwich yourself, from ingredients you could've bought last time you went shopping [and which would've been a damn sight better and cheaper] should've been possible. If you've got time to make a cup of tea and drink it, you've got time to make a sandwich!:ner:
Jeez, even when my business was at its busiest, and I was working until stupid o'clock in the morning, and out on the road all day for 6/7 days a week, I still ensured that I left the house with a decent packed lunch, and *made* time to eat it!;)
Marco.
That's true but going the shop means I do get a bit of fresh air and exercise. And there's no washing up.
Plus from next year I'm going to be living on bacon sarnies and that anyway.
Roy's nailed it!:D
Or to be precise... To ENSURE that *I* was in control of what went in my mouth, and that I didn't have to rely on eating shite!! Essentially junk food...
And in those days, I had NO time to 'dine out'. It was grab something to eat quickly in the car, in between appointments, and like it. But at least I knew I was eating something decent, which I enjoyed and wasn't paying through the nose for:)
Marco.
When I was flying high in the heady cut throat world of local government facilities management lunch was for wimps. Used to keep the odd morsel in the office fridge to graze on through the day and had the odd mug shot or pot noodle :eek:
Cooking a meal after a long day at work was my wind down time, glass of wine, some toons and chopping onions...
I totally *get* that last bit, if you're single (as cooking can be therapeutic), but otherwise that's what a wife is for!;)
In those days, Del worked 9-5 in a fairly undemanding office job, whereas I was out until all hours, so it was only right that she had a meal ready for me when I got home:)
As for 'lunch is for wimps' lol, well that was always the joke, but not when you're Italian. Good food matters! If I didn't have a nice Parma ham sandwich, made with crusty bread from the local deli, or some such, I'd have been a VERY unhappy bunny!:D
Besides, it's bad for you not to eat, and also unproductive, as your body needs proper fuel to sustain it, Maybe this is why I'm a healthy bastard now, with no ailments to speak of, simply because I looked after myself properly when I was younger?;)
Marco.
But you're eating shite (and overpriced) sarnies from the local shop - how do you justify that when it's completely unnecessary?:D
And you've said that when you retire, you'll be living off of bacon sarnies, A.K.A junk food... Well, it certainly isn't healthy!:ner:
When instead, you could use the time to teach yourself to cook, or at least cook proper homemade food, such as you've mentioned before, pasta, rice, etc. No need to live off of bacon sarnies, daftee...
Marco.