Leisurely Scribbles (part 5) (Part 1)

eh by gum as me old granny used to say - i think we need a rest after all that mayhem.

I did a google earth search recently and of course went and looked at the street I was born in - I saw its last remnants - all the houses are boarded up and in fact I am told by a distant [very distant] cousin that they have in fact come down - so google earth is behind the times as usual!

but they are regenerating the 'pool with sweet looking bungalows that have front gardens and fences - and the places look smart and clean - yes I do look back at the old streets and homes with nostalgia [ and Call the Midwife helps me to too] but the new is better and I think I could go back and start again because the streets are still there and the crossroads that I knew and used well.

Many of the old churches have remained, but taken on different functions. the church my parents met in as teenagers and then married in is still there but has become residential suites for university students - how marvelous - Christ is still there welcoming the students - wow that blows the mind. Yes I am impressed with all re-generation and feel re-generated myself. I have just received a mail about research saying that having a positive outlook on life slows aging - when will these researchers catch up on what we know already?

ps: robert you are back in good form keep goin mate you are still a few years behind me! I enjoy the erudite!

twas along time ago, I was aware of previous stuff, probably pre-emptive nostalgia, I was fed it, as a matter of fact. It’s all in there still, not sure what to do with it.

Hmmmmmmmm.

you wanna play in a theme park RJ - spittie could be a good chaperone - he’s full of Shining. Humor. In. Themes!!!

Life IS a Rollercoaster.

Doctor Who - last time I watched it was in black and with dallecks?

flickin through the channels today I came across it and was mildly amused and stayed with it - now in color of course and 2005 with Matt Smith the 11th doctor - the acting was IMO opinion good but the action was fast and furious and sexual and I enjoyed it enough to stay with it to the end and ready for more - have I missed much over the years??? Jem I know you’re a fan!!

Doctor Who fell at the first hurdle when faced with the likes of the Outer Limits and the brilliant Twilight Zone.

The Twilight Zone can still scare the hell out of you and give sleepless nights also who can forget these words

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone.

Fear invoking stuff that :shock:

Dr Who does nothing for me and I have managed to NOT watch all 826 episodes since the first one was screened way back in 1967.

It wasn’t because I was watching Star Trek (741 episodes 1966 onwards).

More because that was screened on a Friday night & Friday I washed my hair always.

NOW then chums, can anyone guide me to the current
TOPIC of the WEEK.

We’ve done Opera, Shipping et al. Could it be Heaven or Hell, being 70 years old OR.

DENTIST Encounters.
I have had 3 visits this month costing in excess of £300. I have always had a good rapport with Tom the dentist over the last 32 years he has tended to my gnashers, right back to his student days. In fact he is the 3rd generation of his family to head the practice.

I fear I may have unintentionally upset him on my visit just before Christmas when I absentmindedly greeted him on my arrival with a cheery
“Short back & sides” as I slid into the CHAIR.

I had an out of body experience in this chair in 1976, just saying ennit.

In case anyone is interested I had to call in to my dentist (I.PULL & E TUGGS)because I had fallen over and broken off my 2 front teeth, my 2 front teeth, my 2 front teeth whilst on my way to the OPERA,Madam Butterfly, stlll waiting for her boat, and mr pinkerton to come in ,it was heavenly!)

Astute readers will have noted the subtle way the previous weeks topics were included in the previous post.

Subtle use of subtle there.:wink:

The ways of the brain are individual to each owner. On seeing a word one brain owner may simply read and move on whereas another brain owner seeing the same word, stops, does an involuntary quick memory scramble and recall, and there you have it. Your todays leisurely scribble contribution.

Be it leisurely meanderings, brain cartwheels or mental flip flops, words work. :smiley:

The first time I watched the first ever esipode of the Doctor Foreman Show, or Dr Who as it is sometimes called, was on the 30th November 1963.
I’ve been a fan ever since and probably have watched every single one of the how ever many hundreds of esipodes that have been shown, plus the filums, and met some of the actors wot appeared in it.

I have plans to build a Dalek, and have plans of a virtual nature with dimensions, fifth or otherwise, on how to cut and assemble said fiendish device. I haven’t decided yet whether I shall use it for world domination, or just to impress the ganddkids.
Afore I do that, I need to modify two stair-lifts so I can get it to the upper floors of our humble semi here in the land of the Zummer Zettlers.

My Lovely wants to know where I am going to keep it. I have no idea, I just have this urge to build one.

Dentists. When I was growing up in the small Lincolnshire village of Waltham, I managed to take a bight out of a huge concrete pipe. Well there was a pile of them in the pub car park, just lying around ready for us kids to crawl through and jump over. However at some point, instead of jumping onto the next one, I slipped and gave it an open mouthed kiss, and chipped a front tooth. A year later I slipped on some ice at school and chipped a bit more off the same tooth.

Later we moved to dear old Donny in the shire of Yorks, and my dentist there said once I had finished school and given up the gentleman’s game of rugby, he would replace the broken tooth with a crown.
He was an excellent dentist was Mr Terry. Always putting his patients at ease by saying things like, “don’t worry about the stain on the ceiling, it’s only blood,” or, “I scraped the syringe needle on the doorstep this morning so it should be nice and sharp.”
I kid you not, although I don’t think he said that to all of his patients.
Anyway, job done, nice crown.

I’ve never been frightened of visiting the dentist, indeed I used to especially enjoy going to the one in the village here. Mind you, I was courting a pretty little dental nurse at the time.
We had a clearout last year, and I found her old nurses outfit …

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That’s better, there was some drool on the keyboard. :blush:

Now where was I. Oh yes, me teeff. They are not the best there is, and I’m always worried that the amount of metal in them will set off a metal detector. I broke a piece off one of them whilst having lunch obtained at my employer’s expense from a most excellent chippy in Lossiemouth, but didn’t realise it until after I had finished. I never bothered to go looking for the missing piece.
They are a hardy lot, the Scots. Even their pies are hard.

Never at ease at the Dentists (or any medical establishment for that matter), it was early 1985, and I was plagued with a toothache, I’d put up with it for a couple of days, but the time had come for it to go.
It was duly extracted, but, because it was bleeding a fair bit, I was told to bite down hard on a gauze pad, for a short while. during the course of the afternoon my cheek swollen up, and was quite painful, it was Wednesday, and by Saturday, it was no better, and, whilst leaning over the car, doing some work on something or other, my jaw started to bleed again.
I was due to go into town that Saturday night, so I picked my mate up, and suggested we went to the out of hours Dentistry at the General Hospital first, I was seen quite quickly, the lady Dentist producing the largest syringe I had ever seen, she said, it’s alright, this isn’t to inject you with, you have a “Dry Socket” that hasn’t started healing yet, this contains an anesthetic/antiseptic mix to clean the hole out, she then got some Forceps gripping a swab, and packed the hole.
Within minutes, the pain started to subside, I investigated the area with my tongue, apparently, whilst my gum was frozen, when the Dentist geezer asked me to bite hard on the gauze pad, he did not hold my inner cheek away, so, I was also biting my cheek process.
On that very Saturday afternoon, before my gum re-split I flagged down the car that the Wife to be was driving, and asked her Mother, if I could take her Daughter out on a date, they must have thought I had been in a punch up or something.:lol::lol:

I don’t want to be frightened at my age just entertained - I have NEVER understood the need for people to be frightened beyond reasonable frights!!

but dear solo I am open to an explanation of why you seek such frights?

You’re just an old romantic at heart Mr Spitfire.

My Lovely asked me out. She didn’t arsk my Dad’s permission first either. 'Twas very forward of her don’t you think.

Faint Heart never won fair Maiden.:lol::lol:

I like women to take the lead - I’ve got a nice red one that clips on my heavily studded collar - no I am not kinky I just bark a lot!!

Er we iz bein classified as we subscribe - have a look at the description under ya name on the left hand side!

It appears that the powers that be think I am Spanish. A Senor member no less. :lol:

I dunno. She might still be waiting for me to ask her out if she hadn’t done it first. :blush:
I was very shy in those days.

Solo,

It’s uncanny how you recognise my train of thought & stream of consciousness style of writing.
Some might say I include too much, others might say it’s worth trying to follow the word like icebergs for the gems that are present in the precious unseen depths.