Hi Ian,

Sounds reasonable to me. I like a laugh.

How about one topic per week.

Like how I met my wife 30 years back. And still going strong.  OR that could be any number, of second time round funny or sad with a happy ending.

Jim

Thank You IANA.

It actually helps to share.
even if lonely or inwards. Sharing is the food of friendship.
And friendship is what makes the world go round.

Private person Not wanting to share. Fine. sit in your box and watch..

BUT. Like I said.
there'd be a lot of interesting. Funny and wonderful story's out there.

All you have to do is start. Then like words. It'll just keep rolling out,When other show interest.

A few say I'm just big noting myself, NOT Really if you look
There's not that much in my life.

Just an interesting, to me. Mix of what made me what I am.
As do ALL others.

Only Trying to get others to do the same.

These forums can be as technical as you want.
But. Please. Have a bit of life and friendliness in there too.
We're human beings. NOT office machines.

I was 17 yrs (WHOOPS... AND... ) in Army '58.

Trade Training at Gosport  REME Field Workshops. (V.M. - Vehicle Mechanic).

weekend pass.
Down at local beach fairground. Self and two Jims.

Met three London girls from Potters bar
Two Mary's and a Janet.

2 of us married 1 Mary and 1 Janet. Me at 21 yrs.
Both lasted just on 30 yrs.
Mine. Great wife. Mother. but not a traveller. Was doomed to fail.
Got 3 kids and 9 beautiful Granddaughters out of it though.

How about some story's on your lives. work. sports. and what made each of you. You.

PS.
I wear two hearing aids if going out too.
Compliments a life on Draglines Dozers Excavators and cranes.

Plus one eye only really there for show.

Surgeon did silly things with my Retina.

Hey look. I got two, too..

Keep 'em coming people.
and thank's again Ian.

Happywanderer wrote:

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I haven't seen Macka's post regarding these statements. Which section are they in.
Members who have been here a while will have already told their story. Probably lost in the ages by now. Not a closed book but maybe just don't see the need to keep repeating oneself.

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Gday...

As usual Marg ... ya hit the proverbial nail right on the head

It ain't the 'telling the story' ... it is the overwhelming regurgitation of the SAME story over and over and over and over again ad infinitum. 

Also, when a poster dictates, with repeated insistence, that the only 'good advice' is theirs it all gets a bit much.

Ultimately, I think it works against posters like that ... as readers miss any genuine 'unbiased' advice there may be amidst the waffle.

I am VERY certain no-one wants to hear my 'life story' ... let alone repeatedly.

Anyway, all to their own and I hope all and sundry have a great 2017 - happy, healthy, prosperous and rewarding.

cheers - keep camping - John

rockylizard wrote:

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Happywanderer wrote:

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I haven't seen Macka's post regarding these statements. Which section are they in.
Members who have been here a while will have already told their story. Probably lost in the ages by now. Not a closed book but maybe just don't see the need to keep repeating oneself.

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Gday...

As usual Marg ... ya hit the proverbial nail right on the head

It ain't the 'telling the story' ... it is the overwhelming regurgitation of the SAME story over and over and over and over again ad infinitum. 

Also, when a poster dictates, with repeated insistence, that the only 'good advice' is theirs it all gets a bit much.

Ultimately, I think it works against posters like that ... as readers miss any genuine 'unbiased' advice there may be amidst the waffle.

I am VERY certain no-one wants to hear my 'life story' ... let alone repeatedly.

Anyway, all to their own and I hope all and sundry have a great 2017 - happy, healthy, prosperous and rewarding.

cheers - keep camping - John

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I agree with your thoughts here John, the I've been everywhere, done everything and can give expert advice on any subject type posts wear pretty thin after a while.

I have also traveled widely, lived an unconventional life and am quite satisfied with what my wife and I have achieved, I'm not grumpy and reclusive, simply don't have the need, nor the desire, to constantly and repeatedly tell the world about it.

I was sitting on a collapsed tree branch which fell over a creek at the base of a quarry, the creek would wend through natural bushland and I had a friend that lived by there and she and I would swim in the creek, it was a gorgeous little place, not even the leeches mattered to us. I had a long bike ride there from where I lived, but that didn't matter as I loved it there. Homelife was so strict that for me going to that creek meant so much, I guess I felt free.
Then when I was 17 there was a fair on the parkland by the creek, I was there with my parents and siblings, walking around with my friend Denise when a handsome young guy walked up and began talking to us and it wasn't long before I noticed he was paying me a lot of attention lol, I was so shy and worried my parents would see me talking to him, I told him I would be in heaps of trouble so I better go, he asked me how old I was, I said 17, he said can I meet him there on the same date the following year, he wrote the date and 2pm on a tree trunk , I said okay and off I went hoping I was not seen. I wrote the date and time down and made sure I would be there a year later, though I felt he would probably forget. Each time I went to the creek I would go to the tree trunk and take a look at what he wrote. It was a little secret which I held onto which seemed like forever lol. I remember being so happy yet nervous when the date of that day finally arrived, I got off my bike and sat on the grass near the tree looking around but I could not see him anywhere. Not long after a car drove in along the track it was a dark green Skoda as it got closer a hand waved to me out the window, and I knew it was him, I wished I had dressed myself up nicer, but I knew if I did my parents would suspect something. We met there secretly for a few months ( I was 18 now and he was 25 ) and he told me he was going to come and meet my parents and then we can go out on dates together, I was terrified of him meeting my parents. When I told my father he was coming to meet them he was so angry and even picked my little sanyo taperecorder up and threw it and it smashed on the concrete and I was forbidden to see Rob, so when he arrived fear had me run out the house and out to his car, I jumped into his car and we went to the Waverley Drive-In in Cannington, it was a horrible night of fear for me and at intermission I asked to be taken home, I figured I might not be in so much trouble if I don't get home to late.  Rob told me he would wait on the corner all night until 6am incase I get thrown out or feel the need to run.  He did not desert me no matter how strict my father treated me.
Then one night 2 weeks later Rob came to the house and stood up to my father like a real man, he told my father he was taking me out weather he approves or not, my father then said, no one takes any of his daughters out, they have to marry and then go out, with that Rob said I will marry her if she will have me, and in an instant I said yes.  That was the 18th Oct 1969, he gave me an engagement ring bought from Caris Bros in Victoria Park he lived in Victoria Park) which in those days seemed like miles away.  We got engaged on 21st October 69, and Dad had us married on the 27th Dec 1969, we didn't go out on any real dates as young lovers would, but we knew we loved one another even so young with so little time spent with each other. I treasure the time we had together from the first little meeting in 1968 then 1969 until 2004 when he passed away. I often drive by that parkland and creek and remember the beautiful young man that came into my life there and how he meant the few little words he wrote on the tree trunk. That precious little tree trunk. ......Kisha

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AH Radar, I can do better.

Go get yourself a few nibbles and your poison of choice, sit down and have a laugh.

 

How I met my wife,

I was house sitting, after selling up to developers over Westmead way. I was half way doing up my first home covered in paint and Cra....p,  when these to guys knocked on the door. We are buying your house. My response was to Pi...ss ....off.

After showing me the deal, I became homeless.

Then I had this offer to house sit, for free, in return for some house  maintenance.

So I moved in. Did my thing, I took pity on the old lady across the road who's lawns needed mowing, More mowing etc.

I got home one Friday afternoon, and was doing my thing, cleaning out the gutters when I got attacked by this Redheaded lass who had jumped the front fence.

Who are you and what are you doing here. Mined your own business and choof off, Im Busy.

I got attacked one week later by the same redhead. Ok who are you then. Redhead replies my Aunt lives opposite. Oh I replied, she's not as noisy as you. What can I do for you then. Why are living here she replies. Cause I sold my home and I'm looking after these folks home for a while, while im looking to buy another, OK.

Ok.

Then she turns up a week later again. Hullo Jim. Hullo (Lambie). ........Hey Lambie I'm going away for three weeks R&R could you do me a favour and clear my letterbox while I'm away. Done Deal.

When I get back I Made a big mistake of buying a small box of Cadbury Choclates as a small gesture of a thankyou.

Then She asked if I would like to go to the dance up on the north shore on the next Saturday night. Can't dance, but what else could I say.

We sat 8 to a bench table. Wow 7 women all to myself, to dance the night away. Wow NOT.

She boxed me in, and I never got to dance with anyone else.

When it got time to ask her dad about getting hitched, 18months later. I could not cough up the words, So Lambie did it for me. Thankyou Redrover.

 

 

Hey Jim hat is a great story 

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iana wrote:

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Oh no what have I done!

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Well, As I see it, 500 plus have read this post. Lets have some Fun. Cats got you tongue.

Were you Tanked, Promised, Pre arranged, or just plain Stupid, Or just Shacked up.

527 to be precise.

Jim

Hey Jim wrote:

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Oh no what have I done!

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Well, As I see it, 500 plus have read this post. Lets have some Fun. Cats got you tongue.

Were you Tanked, Promised, Pre arranged, or just plain Stupid, Or just Shacked up.

527 to be precise.

Jim

-- Edited by Hey Jim on Sunday 1st of January 2017 10:27:10 PM

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 You will find that's not quite right Jim.

Everytime I've noticed a new post I've come back in to read it, so I myself have been in at least 7 or 8 times as have many others I would say.

You can safely say there would be well under a hundred individuals have been on here.