Feel guilty (again) that one of my nonsense posts (this time about
being a postman) has pushed other posts down so I'll bring this to the
top.
Ooooh Dave (and anyone else for that matter), one thing, do you
think perhaps sometime you could take a minute or two and say what
databases you use, what software you use and just basically what you
use the database for? Perhaps over in the chess theory forum? I think
it'd be really helpful (I haven't got much of a clue, the legend that is
fernando got me started but I'm a bit baffled and I don't have a
game with him at the moment).
Thanks!
Mark
The Squirrel Lover
Aaaah now we're talking. I had this great Spiderman suit. With a pull
on head bit, what are they called, not masks, not a hood, like a
balaclava thing, oh you know.
I loved that Spiderman suit. Used to wear it. A lot. Worryingly so. Then
one day it never appeared again. I couldn't work out where it had
gone. Some time later I delved into the very bottom of the laundry
basket and dun dun da would you believe it but there was my
Spiderman suit. My mother knew it was there, she just left it there so I
would never wear it again and that I could grow out of that silly childish
phase.
To round off this tale of woe and sadness and pathetic childlike
behaviour I could scare y'all and admit to being as old as 14 at the
time.
But that would be a lie. Thankfully(!)
Mark
The Squirrel Lover
PS. Parker was his surname was it not...am having a total blank at the
moment, what was his Christian name? Was it Paul? Paul Parker? Or
was he the former England full back now managing some non-league
club? Phillip? Noooo. Peter? Or Paul? It's all a bit of a mess between
the ears at the moment. What was Spiderman's name?
Similar thing happened to me. When I was young (too young to
remember how young) I had 2 squares of cloth cut from an old
nightdress. They were soft & warm & I guess were mini comfort
blankets, and then one night (after I remember thinking I'd heard a
parent in my room while I slept) they disappeared. I didn't particularly
care where they'd gone, but it confused me that I couldn't find them &
figured they'd been taken away. So I asked my parents where they
were and they told me they didn't know. THEY LIED and even at that
age I knew it. Something changed that day because I walked off even
more confused, because the people I held as perfect had just lied to
me I couldn't understand that.
So don't do it parents. Kids are smarter than we think & you are their
ultimate role model.
Jon - who apologuises because that turned into a lecture and he's in
no position to talk having no kids or even stable family of his own - it
was probably just pent up anger at my parents so thanks for putting
up with me ranting..again.
It was Peter. who also moonlighted as a pumkin eater🙂....a little side
note about the spiderman costume...I just ran the NYC marathon and
for much of the way I was along side someone wearing a spiderman
costume. I don't remember if I wound up beating him or vica verca,
(toward the end, it's survival mode and your not too aware of your
surroundings) but I do remember wondering if this was some 12 year
old running w/ me...he was short enough to be! But then out
came "VIVA EL MEXICO!!!" and I could see it was just a demure
mexican man who was apparantly a Spiderman fan🙂
About being a postman. In this country, we have this expression
called "going postal" as in "I'm gonna go postal on you." During the
80's there were a number of postal workers who went crazy (always at
work) and showed up with an assault rifle and killed like 8 people.
They just snapped at the utter redundancy of their jobs. Mark, please
do not go postal. Kirk
Blimey. This I did not know. Careers advisers don't really tell you
about that kind of thing (not that I ever talked to a careers adviser
about becoming a postman).
If not a postman then I'ma thinking along the lines of Maths teacher
or taking sports classes for special needs children (or both). That's the
long term goal anyway.
Kirk, is that thing about the postal workers really true? Did the guys
running the postal services do anything to jazz it up a bit?
Mark
No longer quite the same postman wannabe he was 20 minutes ago
